What Bill Nye the Science Guy and his girlfriend do on a typical visit.

I'll talk about American Idol and upload clips this weekend - I'm visiting Scott until Saturday morning. :-)

What are we doing, you wonder? Well, it's very exciting. You may want to sit down. I am having a thrilling evening watching Everybody Loves Raymond season 3 DVDs and blowdrying my hair, and he's at a 12:01AM showing of Revenge of the Sith. The reason that I'm not with him is partially my fault, and partially his fault, and partially nobody's fault. A week or so ago, he sent me an email in which he said he was "trying" to go to the first RotS showing. I said, "What are you doing to 'try'?" He said, "I'm thinking about getting tickets. But they're probably already sold out."

So I told him I'd go to fandango.com (which was a sacrifice in itself, because I hate those stupid paperbag commercials with the fiery heat of 1,000 suns*) and try to get tickets. I bought two and sent them to him, and he ended up asking the pastor of the church he goes to while he's at school (which I refuse to call "his church" because this is not home, no it is not!) I was like, "You are surrounded by people (and by people I mean supergeeks) working on doctoral degrees in chemistry, and you ask your pastor to go to a 12:01AM showing of freaking Star Wars??" But they're big buddies, whatever.

Then, I decided to come and visit at the end of this week because otherwise, I couldn't see him for two more weeks and it's already been five weeks since I last saw him. (You know, when I think about it, long distance relationships are hard.) So I asked him to casually mention at church on Wednesday evening that I was en route to see him, figuring that his pastor would say, "Oh, do you want to give her (meaning me, the significant other than he sees once a month, maybe, who drove several hours to visit) the other ticket?" I told him to only mention it if it came up in conversation, if he felt comfortable, blahdeblah. When he came back from church, and I had arrived and was cooking dinner, he said that his pastor was all excited, and had taken a nap so he could stay up late, and so he didn't mention anything about me being here.

Bah.

We tried to find tickets to one of the other showings tonight, but they were all sold out. Stupid Star Wars geeks. Bah on them all!

Oh well. I get to pilfer through all his stuff and uncover all of his deep, dark secrets! Muahaha haha haaaaa! Just kidding. He doesn't have any of those. I know, because I've already pilfered. Kidding again.

Incidentally, what is the definition of "third wheel"? Scott and I are at odds about this definition, and I need some evidence to prove that I'm right and he is wrong so NYAH. Besides, I was going to threaten to kick everyone in the kneecaps if they didn't start commenting, but I think this may be more true to my sweet nature. Hah.

*For you veerd ferners, I mean a thousand, not one-point-zero-zero-zero. Crazy ferners and your goofy comma usage. Because if I hated Fandango with the fiery heat of one sun, it's not quite as effective. It's still hot and everything, but you know - it works better if it's wildly exaggerated. Just to clarify.

UPDATE (1:38AM) - I just broke the little sliding shelf that holds Scott's keyboard and mouse and scared the living crap out of myself. I was in the middle of trying to check my AOL mail on aol.com when everything fell in the floor, and AOL tells me that it can't log me in because "an unexpected error occurred". Yes, I didn't expect that the keyboard and shelf and mouse would hit the floor either. I don't even think I was touching it. Hm.