Weekend Stuff

The big thing was finally tearing the carpet out of the living room. 3 generations of Smiths worked together and finally I wasn't the weak link in that chain. Granted, I was still taking orders from Roy, but at least I didn't step on any tacks in my bare feet and complain when the tv had to go off during Dora the Explorer. Tearing the carpet out wasn't too bad. There were a bunch of staples holding the padding down and while that tore the skin on my pinky and ring finger it was easy enough to do. The real pain was the boards w/ the tacks that hold the carpet around the perimeter. It seemed simple enough, but the wood kept breaking and there were some serious nails holding some of the smaller pieces around the corners and door frames. The whole process took us about 3 hours (not counting moving furniture around). The floor itself looks great. There are a few dings in it and the molding on the bottom of the wall doesn't have the smaller piece of molding that connects it to the floor. That's pretty minor stuff and I can't imagine it taking me more than 2 or 3 years to get around to fixing it up. We moved in the corner entertainment center Cassie P gave us and repositioned some of the furniture. Maria did a good job getting all the junk out of there. It looks like a new, big room. Now it needs some new big furniture. Santa? Is that you?

We went to Durham to PF Chang's for Kevin's birthday. Maybe it was the waiting for an hour and 45 minutes w/ a 1 and 4 year old, but I wasn't all that impressed w/ it. My favorite Chinese food is still Chinese Kitchen in Quaker Village.

Finally, I went to see Dr Powerful at the Corndale house. They feature the former drummer from Polvo and are from Sanford, so how could it go wrong. Well, during the first song the bass player kind of fell out of the area where bands play and was sitting on a nearby couch. Some of his friends propped him up after that, but he would lose his place and just stop playing during pretty much every song. The rest of the band sounded good, but one of the guitar players was visibly pissed and the other 2 guys seemed to be contemplating what they would sound like as a 3 piece. The last song they played was Psycho Killer and it required a bass intro. He managed to get through it, but when the rest of the band kicked in he stopped playing and stood there giving the finger to the rest of the band. Towards the end of the song he threw his bass down on the ground and walked off (ok, he stumbled to the nearby couch and fell down). I was on borrowed time, so that's all I stuck around for. I'm pretty sure there wasn't a fight, but you can check the police report yourself.