My Bags Are Packed, My Shoes Are Blue

Rocket Fever takes its award-winning show on the road tomorrow with a warm-up act in Detroit before hitting the big time in Los Angeles. I just want the little people to know that I'll never forget them.

Sister and I will see our grandparents and cousin Molly Mellinger tomorrow in Grosse Pointe. Molly, who lives in Connecticut, is a published poet and is heading to college in California next year. We haven't seen her in a long time, so it will be good to reconnect with this long-lost blondie.

After that, I'm hitching a comet (Northwest flight 433) to LAX for a big dose of Hudson hospitality and copy editor shop talk. I can't decide what I'm more excited about: getting boxed about the ears by Mikey or discussing "Copy Editing Business Stories for Fairness" with Becky and my other nerdy friends.

Let's go to the weekend wrap!

1. Friday: KCos and I chomped on some fine Ethiopian food at Altu's, took a quick nostalgia tour of Lansing, and then watched "The Big Lebowski" (we were going to watch "The Professional," one of my other all-time favs, but the effin' DVD's audio wouldn't kick in. I tested it yesterday and now it works. Funny [NOT ha-ha].).

2. Saturday: The Rexrode family and I sat roasting under the April sun watching the Green and White scrimmage during spring practice. No. 16 had some great hits, and there were a few long bombs to the crowd's delight. I guess John L. was grumpy about the backup QBs sucking it up.

We then joined up again a few hours later with everyone's favorite Oscar to watch "Ocean's 12," which was enjoyable enough. Joe, Dan, and I then stayed up to watch "Saturday Night Live." That show is simply awful. Jiminy Glick's appearance on the news segment was the funniest part. I really hate Horatio Saenz.

3. Sunday: I took a long walk on the River Trail (which I'll have to write more about later), missed a call from old Virginny friend Hunter Armstrong -- how's that for a Southern gentleman's name? -- and finally watched "The Professional." If you think too much about nitpicking that movie (there are some cheesy lines), you're not getting the point.

And if you don't get it, you're just not cool.

Happy Monday. More to follow.