Don't you just love these "too much information" tidbits? They're not just for the notify list anymore...

So, Abby, Ash and Lucy came to visit me this weekend. Three out of the four of us had wicked period retardation, which I'm sure was fun for Abby.

They got here on Saturday at about noon, which gave me the chance to sleep in after my hot date on Friday night. (Speaking of which, this would be a good time to mention that when he kisses me, I go completely weak in the knees. I've even been known to tip over. Which is way more interesting than "we had fun," right?)

We went out for some really shitty food at Carrows, but we were all exhausted. Both Abby and Lucy had left after working graveyard shifts, and neither of them was operating on much sleep. They didn't really buy it (I did get six hours of sleep, after all) but I was tired, too. So we stuffed our faces with the crappy food, which was the beginning of my dietary downfall this weekend, and then headed back to my place.

Oh, I also got to drive Abby's car, a new silver Jetta that is just the absolute cutest thing. I forgot to ask if it has a name yet, although my spell check just suggested Decker, for some strange reason known only to itself.

Then we headed back to my house. Abby and Ash went to the liquor store and bought a whole bunch of snacks. And we stuffed our faces with junk food. (Yes, that is a pattern you're sensing.) Also, my mother baked me some cookies, which is just the sweetest thing. They are chocolate chip. Extremely yummy!

We watched some of the extras on the Rocky Horror special edition DVD, including Richard O' Brien (who I adore) playing a guitar and singing some of the songs from the film. There was also an interesting interview with Susan Sarandon, and a pompous one from Meatloaf. I mean, really, Which one of those two has a reason to be pompous?

And then, one by one, we crashed.

The next morning, we actually had a full day, involving much eating and merriment.

We woke up and headed into Chinatown, where we had a lunch that fulfilled one of my Escapades. We went to the Empress Garden rooftop restaurant. It was kind of overpriced and the food wasn't very good, but the view was lovely and hey, it was an Escapade. Then we shopped a lot.

I bought a $2 ring in Chinatown (it looks like silver, but I have no doubt my finger will turn green at any moment) and a $20 ring in the Castro. I felt so decadent, splurging on a ring like that. Then again, this was my weekend for decadence. And I miss having rings on my fingers. It's a silver band with a black stripe, and an XOXO design in raised silver.

After wandering around for a couple of hours, we headed to the Castro, the famous gay area of the city. We walked around and shopped. Then we headed to the Lexington Club, a famous lesbian bar by my school with disturbing, yet cool, art on the walls. (There's a whole series giving you instructions on how to kill yourself.)

After a drink at the Lexington, we all felt ready to eat again, and went to Fisherman's Wharf. I bought a pretty pretty princess crown, and we had a decent dinner at a reasonably priced restaurant. We embarrassed Lucy by talking about vaginas very loudly.

I don't really remember a lot of the conversational topics ("pee feet" is a phrase that comes to mind) but it was really good to spend time with the girls. It's nice to have someone in the room to appreciate when Pigwidgeon aims for the cage, misses, falls behind the dresser and gets stuck there. And we all have the same exact sense of humor, which is always fun.

We ate so much at dinner that we were completely stuffed, so we went out for ice cream. We had these lofty plans to go bowling or to the movies or something, but instead we came home, watched TV, watched the extras on the DVDs for The Cell and Se7en, and one by one, we crashed.

Today, we got up to go have lunch with Laurie and Joey. Unfortunately for the girls, Joey was feeling frustrated with school (more on that in a future installment) and just wasn't up for being sociable. So we just had lunch with Laurie.

We intended to have lunch and then head to my class so they could meet my friends. This went wrong in a couple of ways. First, we ate lunch extremely quickly, and we were left with nothing to do for two hours. (We hung out at Starbucks.) Second, most of my friends had no interest in being met.

We went to class, finally, and met up with Joey. I am actually really happy they got the chance to meet her, even though they didn't hang out with her at all. Then we saw a small group of guys coming down the street, including the guy Laurie has a crush on, and Mickey. I quickly introduced everyone, but the guys just said hi really quickly and kept walking up to the house.

My sister immediately started making fun of us, and within thirty seconds, we were all laughing hysterically. "I love how you act like, 'Oh, we all hang out before class' and 'Yeah, we're friends, they all like us' when in reality, they just walk right past you and ignore you. You guys are like, the nerds, trying to get the popular kids to pay attention to you." I was totally embarrassed, because that's exactly what it seemed like!

After they finished making us feel like total idiots, they decided to take off. It's probably good they didn't stick around, because the other person I would have liked for them to meet (Toker) never showed up at all. They then embarrassed us further by driving back and forth in front of the house, honking loudly, four times.

Those girls just crack me completely up. And the house is so empty now, without them. I miss them.

Class actually went pretty well. Our group was two members short (Toker and Wayne) but the remaining four of us (Mickey, Granola Girl, Probst and yours truly) smoked some pot in the kitchen with our teacher, and then wrote a really great, long poem. (And no, I didn't follow Mickey into the kitchen and say, "Hey, if I smoke this, will you like me? Huh? Can I be your friend? Huh? Huh? Hey, you just put your lips on that. Can I have a hit? Huh? Huh?" Although I'm sure that's what Abby is thinking.)

Remind me not to smoke pot anymore. It gives me a headache, even when I only smoke a tiny bit, like I did today. The headache lasts longer than the high does. But I felt nice and relaxed (I've been craving cigarettes lately, for some reason, and I smoke only on the rarest of occasions) once I had some of the devil weed in my system.

Then our professor drove Joey up the wall by keeping us 40 minutes for a random lecture. I was semi-okay with it, since I spent the 40 minutes writing my poem for next week's class. The topic is bodies. Like to hear it? Here it go:

Body Image

If I were a statue
with no pulsation of the neck
or sweep of hair, no hair
just rock
that has spent the day
sponging degrees from the sun--

If I were a seventy one degree
block of ivory--

I would let you
take a chisel to my chest,
widen the opening
of my arms,
make lips fuller, thighs smaller,
paint me any color

affix labels to my body
and put me in a museum
in an exhibit locked
to everyone but you.

Not bad for a girl with period retardation, eh?

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