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verbicideWow. Last night was FUN.
After a thoroughly exhausting afternoon, the joy that is Sarah and Ida came to visit. We had dinner at my place. And then, in a move that really depicts why we are geeks and why we've had this magical friendship for so many years, we all ignored each other and read whichever book each one of us was fixated on at the moment. There was no need to explain or apologize. We all get the need to be social boors. And we really know what it's like to be unable to stop reading a book.
Then we remembered that we were supposed to go drinking. We cab'd to Matador. Where, I must say, they are irritatingly generous with their liquor. I love my mixed drinks. I like them to taste good. Not like rubbing alcohol. I thought it was just because I'm a complete wuss, but even seasoned imbiber Ida made a face at her vodka collins. Sheesh.
But wow, did it do the trick. We were completely hammered and left when they threw us out (bar closing, not for bad behavior). We responsibly cab'd back to my place and drank still more. Because when you're that drunk, drinking more seems like a lovely idea. And if I may say so, we are all adorable, hilarious drunks. I resisted the urge to drunk-call Jeff at 3am, but wasn't quite sober when he called me this morning for some last minute info on pet-sitting for him this weekend. I love Jeff. He's perfect. Though he's horrified that I keep saying this on LJ. He calls it hyperbole, but Sarah confirms that in this case, I'm just being accurate. (Hi Jeff! Neener!)
Eventually, we slept.
Sarah and I don't get hungover for some odd reason. Poor Ida kept saying her face was bloated (though she looked as adorable as ever, and not bloaty to me), and hissed at us from the throngs of her hangover. Sarah pointed an accusatory finger at me and said, "I'm okay, but YOU are disgusting. How can you be so perky?"
It's true. I was. I tried to not hop around and get my ass kicked, but it's really nice to not get hungover. As nice, apparently, as I find stating the obvious.
So we gathered our collective asses together and set off for brunch. Food was yay. Then after scarfing too much, it was no-yay. Sarah and Ida left to get their things together for The Portland Trip. I really wanted to go, but dammit. Weekend = prime training time.
Me: Call me from the road. Call me before then!
Sarah: I miss you already.
Hee. There is no moment in life that does not have an appropriate When Harry Met Sally quote for it.
I, feeling very whiny about it, got my swimsuit on and left for Jeanne's to drive out to Auburn. Where I finally conquered my fear of lake-swimming. More on that later. Must go drink water and read more Harry Potter (book 6! finished book 5 yesterday, finally!).
After a thoroughly exhausting afternoon, the joy that is Sarah and Ida came to visit. We had dinner at my place. And then, in a move that really depicts why we are geeks and why we've had this magical friendship for so many years, we all ignored each other and read whichever book each one of us was fixated on at the moment. There was no need to explain or apologize. We all get the need to be social boors. And we really know what it's like to be unable to stop reading a book.
Then we remembered that we were supposed to go drinking. We cab'd to Matador. Where, I must say, they are irritatingly generous with their liquor. I love my mixed drinks. I like them to taste good. Not like rubbing alcohol. I thought it was just because I'm a complete wuss, but even seasoned imbiber Ida made a face at her vodka collins. Sheesh.
But wow, did it do the trick. We were completely hammered and left when they threw us out (bar closing, not for bad behavior). We responsibly cab'd back to my place and drank still more. Because when you're that drunk, drinking more seems like a lovely idea. And if I may say so, we are all adorable, hilarious drunks. I resisted the urge to drunk-call Jeff at 3am, but wasn't quite sober when he called me this morning for some last minute info on pet-sitting for him this weekend. I love Jeff. He's perfect. Though he's horrified that I keep saying this on LJ. He calls it hyperbole, but Sarah confirms that in this case, I'm just being accurate. (Hi Jeff! Neener!)
Eventually, we slept.
Sarah and I don't get hungover for some odd reason. Poor Ida kept saying her face was bloated (though she looked as adorable as ever, and not bloaty to me), and hissed at us from the throngs of her hangover. Sarah pointed an accusatory finger at me and said, "I'm okay, but YOU are disgusting. How can you be so perky?"
It's true. I was. I tried to not hop around and get my ass kicked, but it's really nice to not get hungover. As nice, apparently, as I find stating the obvious.
So we gathered our collective asses together and set off for brunch. Food was yay. Then after scarfing too much, it was no-yay. Sarah and Ida left to get their things together for The Portland Trip. I really wanted to go, but dammit. Weekend = prime training time.
Me: Call me from the road. Call me before then!
Sarah: I miss you already.
Hee. There is no moment in life that does not have an appropriate When Harry Met Sally quote for it.
I, feeling very whiny about it, got my swimsuit on and left for Jeanne's to drive out to Auburn. Where I finally conquered my fear of lake-swimming. More on that later. Must go drink water and read more Harry Potter (book 6! finished book 5 yesterday, finally!).
