I forgot to write about the most interesting thing that happened to me this weekend, which might show you that it wasn’t a very interesting event, really.

Anyway, Denny and I were going to the movies at the Old Capitol Mall theatre. Before we went in, we stopped at the Den (a nearby convenience store sort of thing) to pick up some tasty snacks to sneak in. As we were walking in, this tiny little woman surrounded by frattish boys walked past us. I knew her, I knew I knew her. I squinted my eyes at her in a puzzled fashion. Then it dawned on me. It was Ruthie of The Real World and Real World/Road Rules Challenge fame (and by the way, she got screwed in RW/RR Battle of the Sexes).

The guys she was with didn’t seem famous (or whatever you call the sort of person who makes a living off of letting people watch her live her life, then competes on a show made entirely for people who have gained notoriety by letting people watch them live their lives). I think they were employees of The Summit, which is a bar that occasionally pays such B-listers to mingle with regular bar patrons. They must have been in charge of showing her around or something.

Not wanting to be a huge dork by yelling, “Ruthie, you got screwed on Battle of the Sexes” (which she did, by the way; there’s no way Arissa should have been in the final three), I just kept squinting at her in a puzzled fashion. One of the guys she was with saw me doing it, and he looked like he was going to say something to me, but he didn’t. Then I said, “I bet that happens a lot, the weird looks.” And he said “Yeah.”

I’m pretty damn certain it was her. I was just surprised because she was so short. She was seriously like 4’10”. She looks bigger on TV. It’s no surprise she got blood alcohol poisoning while she was on The Real World; she only has like 2 liters of blood, I think.

It was a fun weekend, full of enjoyable activities, including reading books, going to the movies, and sleeping in. I’m currently reading SetThis House in Order: A Romance of Souls by Matt Ruff. The description makes it sound a lot trashier and movie-of-the-weekier than it really is; it’s actually very funny and compelling and well-crafted. So far anyway; I’m only half-way through it. I keep staying up late to read it, which is fine on weekends, but not so good when I have to work the next day. It was a bit hard to get out of bed this morning, but I managed.

The Oscar party was fun last night. I won a prize for the Don Cheetos. I was glad Cate Blanchett got the Best Supporting Actress award, because she was so good in The Aviator. I was just thinking it would be cool if she were well-known for her generous charitable donation, and then she could have the nickname “Cate Blank-Check.”

Please send your best wishes to my good friend Jamal, who is in the hospital this week having lots of tests to try to figure out why he’s had a headache for a year. We’re going to visit him soon.