A while back, he invited me to come down to Los Angeles the end of the month to go see Mamma Mia, which is a fun musical built around ABBA tunes. He got tickets from his boyfriend on Valentine's Day, then broke up with his boyfriend (Phil the Cheating Bastard, who earned his nickname all over again) and invited me to go instead. So I was planning to take the weekend off and go to LA.

Well, turns out he has that whole week off, and he wants to come up here to visit me for part of it. So my plans have been changed a little. Bruce is going to fly up on Thursday (I will probably ditch my Thursday class) and we're going to hang out on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. We're planning to go wine tasting in Napa on one of those days.

On Saturday night, we will drive back to LA together. I can give my parents their anniversary gifts, hug my sister and hopefully see Tim. Then we'll go to the play on Sunday. Then on Monday morning, I'll drive back.

I'm hecka excited. Bruce is one of my favorite people on the planet to spend time with, and I've been wanting to go wine tasting since I first got here. Plus, he doesn't expect me to go to Fisherman's Wharf, which is refreshing. I've been there like eight times this year.

Also today, I went and exchanged one of my birthday gifts for the new Sims expansion pack. (Roller Coaster Tycoon is one of my favorite games, but Sim Coaster totally sucks ass. Don't get it.) I happily installed the expansion (it's called House Party) and headed over to the Pie-Winslet House of Sluttery to try it out.

Cracks are beginning to emerge in the Pie-Winslet marriage. Mo's new job as a projectionist and Kate's recent promotion to meteorologist means that they rarely get to see each other. They haven't been under the covers of the vibrating bed in months.

Mo Pie's sexual frustration was swiftly unleashed. The first thing she did was hire a male stripper to jump out of a cake.

Yeah baby, shake that thang.

Kate decided to take the day off work and throw a disco party. They invited Eleanor over, and the three of them all changed into disco clothes. Kate boogied down, while Mo Pie and Eleanor had a chat over in the corner.

Wearing the same outfit? Oh, faux pas!

Some other Sims came over. Here's Mr. Miyagi heading straight for Eleanor, with only one thing on his mind.

You should see the things I can do with wax, baby.

And here's Kate, back in her civvies for some reason, dancing with Samuel Jackson.

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished 'em well.

Here's the caterer, talking to Melissa. The caterer also doubles as a maid and a guest greeter. It's pretty cool.

Hey baby. Wanna see my pig in a blanket?

Things started to get interesting when both Mo and Kate began flirting with other party guests. First, Kate (in work clothes now) brought Benicio del Toro out on the dance floor and began getting down. Before you could say "adultery" they were all over each other, and Mo Pie was glowering at them from the other side of the room.

I wonder if he'll notice if I grab his ass.

I don't know if it was revenge or true love, but Mo Pie was found shortly thereafter wooing Jen Journaler with gifts.

How about some creamy girlsex?

Which worked, apparently. First Kate, then Tim, then Jen. This makes it official. Mo Pie is the biggest slut in all of Sim City.

I would kiss you, but my girlfriend is feeling up Benicio on the other side of the room...

Suddenly, scaring the living shit out of the party guests, a random mime appeared in the room. A random French mime, no less. And he wasn't even carrying platters of food, like the Spinal Tap mimes, so he was completely useless.

There's Kate Winslet talking to Samuel Jackson, the caterer, Melissa Morepeeps, and the Random Mime from Hell.

Unfortunately, there was no "kick ass" action, although Mo Pie looked for one. The mime started doing his "pulling invisible rope" thing, and the guests all ignored him.

Despite the presence of the mime, the party raged on, and a good time was had by all.

Mo Pie in the dance cage.

Benicio in the dance cage.

Mime apparently "trapped" in the dance cage. Oh ho ho. Nobody thinks you're funny, mime.

None.