These Internet Friends of Mine
Friday, February 6, 2009 Part I: Weaselmomma Goes to Hollywood
“Are you game?”
That’s how it all started. My friend Weaselmomma was getting tired of running around picking up after 5 kids and a hubby and was ready to throw back a couple of cold ones. Funny, she thought of me. She made sure to iron out every detail via email prior to her visit:
“They do have Coors Light there right? If we go all high end drinking, and this is as high end beer as I go, I am a Stella girl. Or Blue Moon. Or Hoegarden on draft.”
And of course, the obligatory precautions:
“Did you warn your wife so that she doesn't think you have a girlfriend? Or are you going to play it off like you have a fan club now? Complete with freaky stalkers? I can't wait to see CA.”
Awesome. Freaky stalkers. Just how I like ‘em.
I eagerly awaited Weaselmomma’s arrival. When the doorbell rang I swung the door open and greeted her with open arms. But she slipped right through them.
Awkward first moment aside, I introduced her to the family. She was very gracious and volunteered to feed Krypto. Well, truth be told he was eyeing her in a “yummy homework” kind of way so we decided it was best that he put something else in his stomach.
Then I left her and Fury alone to get acquainted while I twittered checked some email. When I came back, Fury had eaten 4 spoonfuls of peanut butter.
“Fury, I said you could have ONE!”
“Weaselmomma said I could.”
[In her defense, this all took place back in September, way before the peanut butter recall. And she did ask me if he had peanut allergies.]
I really didn’t mind, but if Wife Swap has taught me anything, it’s that you have to blow every minor disagreement out of proportion to hold the audience’s interest. And since this post is longer than I expected, here you go:
Whereas I would have been content just hanging at the house and watching TV, d Wife, who is a much better host than I, suggested we take Weaselmomma out for a good time. And in Los Angeles, that means hanging with movie stars, of course!
And through my vast connections (i.e. Southern CA residents with a can of Coke get into Universal Studios for the kid’s price), I made it happen.
First, we met Shaggy:
“Hey, BusyDad, Shaggy isn’t a real celebrity.”
“Weaselmomma, he totally is! You out-of-towners crack me up.”
Then we swashbuckled our way to the front of the VIP line to hang with Zorro and his lady friend.
“Um, BusyDad, you mean the guy who is pretending to be Zorro is a celebrity?”
“Oh you naïve woman. This is the actual Zorro! Antonio Banderas merely played him. I’m doing you one better. Appreciate this!”
“BusyDad, I’m no fool. You said you would take me to see celebrities.”
“Ok, ok, I happen to know Tom Hanks. Wanna meet him? Would that make you happy?”
“YES! Now you’re talking!”
“BusyDad you totally suck. You think that’s funny don’t you? Are you making fun of my thickness?”
“Shhh! You’ll hurt Tom’s feelings. Just smile and say cheese!”
“Oh God. I need a beer.”
“Oh, THAT I can do, Weaselmomma. Let’s go to my favorite joint!”
*Sigh*
Weaselmomma, it was a pleasure hosting you! I hope you come back and visit us soon. I’m tight with Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Buzz Lightyear and that whole crew. I can make some calls.
Part II: Welcome to Busyville
Speaking of Mickey’s ‘hood, I was just there a couple weekends ago, chillin’ with another blog pal of mine, pseudonymingly known as Ms Maxwell from Welcome to Schaererville, or as I call her, JMax. Yes, I make up nicknames for my blog friends and adopt them without permission. They’re cool with it. I think.
Jmax is one of those people whom I’ve had to drag kicking and screaming into social media. I really don’t know why I enjoy doing that sort of thing, and I really don’t know why anyone puts up with me doing it.
Maybe it’s because if they do, they get to paddle kayaks with Fury?
And matching kayak uniforms to boot!
Or maybe it’s the LEGO lessons?
Or maybe it’s the “Beer with Busy” photo opp?
Whatever the motivation, I have to say it was a really kick ass time. Although we didn’t get to follow the original plan of actually going to Disneyland (rain) and had to settle for dinner at Downtown Disney, Blog Karma was on our side. We actually found a restaurant that didn’t have a 60 min wait; it had video games; it had Newcastle on tap; and Fury was a true blog kid professional. He was quick with the “only kids of bloggers say this stuff” lines, he wasn't a bit whiny or cranky (which is incredible since we were there till close to midnight), and he even indulged us with a signature Fury video moment.
Before I send you off to JMax’s post to read her account and watch the cool Fury video, I wanted to say thanks to JMax for a really fun time! And I don’t at all regret giving up my free tickets to the Affliction MMA event (Fedor vs Arlovski!) to hang out with you that night. Yes, you are THAT cool.
Oh, before I forget... people, if you’re on Twitter, please go follow JMax. Because kicking and screaming makes me laugh.
Now go watch JMax’s video of Fury pontificating on proper spitball technique.
Reader Comments (22)
Ok, I just got busted for not paying attention to a phone meeting I was supposed to be in because I laughed out loud while reading this. Nice.
Look at Weaselmomma and her short shorts! Damn woman. You have five kids? I'm starting a list of people I don't ever want to stand next to in pictures and you have been added.
You can write more the 140 characters at a time!
I'm beginning to think that I'm actually OK with your monthy blog posts. Because you are on your game. This post had me rolling.
'Cept for the part where you called me freaky. I take offense to that. Please use "thorough" stalker next time ok?
OMG, I can't breathe from the laughing.
You took Weaselmomma on more of a date than the man who made me bear his seed THREE TIMES OVER ever has.
You really should start giving lessons. :)
No wonder she went all bat-sh@# crazy at my place: you were setting her up with celebrities! All I had was a rendezvous with Kris Kringle. Which ended very......badly. Details will follow on my post
That was awesome. CA was a great time! I also learned, thanks to you, that I can rock the New Castle!
Wait a minute. You had tickets to an MMA event? And we met at DOWNTOWN DISNEY???
I'll fedex my picture down to you in california as long as you promise to take me to the hollywood sign, to meet your homies mickey and donald. Maybe I could even hook fury up w/ some good ol' fashioned canadian peanut butter.
bout time we found out what you did with FWM! i was really starting to worry that you had "done something" to her and the authorities would have to be called in.
mr. lady YOU need to start giving the donor lessons. drag his a$$ out somewhere and make him pay for it!
off to view fury. and no matter what, i am NOT adding JMAX to my blogroll damn you. i mean it. i don't care how cool she is. there isn't room for anymore!
I'm starting to think I'm going to be the last blogger in the blogosphere to meet you.
What Missives said. And if I have a nickname, I'd like to know, what is it? But um. Actually, maybe not.
No wonder she turned her nose up when I had her hang with Oprah!
Great post, and thank you for letting us know that the peanut butter goodness was prior to the recall. I actually thought of that. Even though I feed it to my kids everyday still. Isn't that how life works? Anyhow, I haven't visited a blog in like a month (no time), but yours was the first back and I appreciate that I only had to read this and one more post to catch up. ;)
Well one thing I'll say about BusyDad. He don't say much, but when he do it shore come out funnee!
Also, can you spare the name of that restaurant without the 60 minute wait?
It's nice to hear from you.
About time! I now want the rest of the story. The stuff you're not telling us about FWM's visit. By the time she arrived at my place for Halloween, she was in rough shape and needed to de-tox for a bit. The thing is, she wasn't talking.....
Did she pay you off not to spill the real dirt? Inquiring minds want to know!!!!
I'm sure FWM enjoyed beer at your favorite place. Sounds like you all had a truly memorable visit.
As for Disneyland: I cannot believe you let rain keep you from entering. If I had a chance I'd go in even if it were under terrorist mortar fire. And I'd be holding ground at the compass rose in front of the castle.
That was freakin' hilarious Jim! But keep FURY away from the PB... that stuff could be contaminated! 4 Spoonfuls? Get the boy some water! WM look like she had a grand time. I can't believe she got Tom Hanks to hold her. Lucky woman.
freaky...the only flavor your stalkers come in.
and man, how long have they been doing that Coke can thing?
BD lives on!
With your lack of posting, I was beginning to think that CA had fallen into the sea...............wait a sec......I'm sure I would've known if that happened. You Hollywood types have all the fun. Peace, Mike.