I spent the long weekend with Abby, Ash and Lucy. The above is an example of the conversation, which mostly was about lesbians, sex and asses. And making fun of each other, which we all do pretty much nonstop.

I typed up an itinerary for them, which is still hanging right next to me. It will be easy for me to give you the quick lowdown of the weekend.

They arrived on Friday, at some ungodly hour of the morning, and woke me up from a sort-of nap. You may remember that I rode those twenty miles on Friday, and although I felt fine and my muscles weren't sore, I had the hardest time sleeping and felt all wonky. I definitely overdid it; I'm going to be sticking with ten, maybe fifteen mile rides for a while.

On Saturday, I had to get up for work while the girls slept in. Work was uneventful, except that Mild Guy, the most annoying customer in the world, was there again. He hangs out in the store for hours, making absurd requests when we are at our busiest. I'm at the bar alone with a backlog of drinks to make, and he comes up and asks if he can borrow a pencil. A pencil? Fuck you, dude, this ain't a stationary store.

They picked me up after my shift and we went to the Musee Mechanique, that nifty museum of old arcade games. We ate lunch at the Cliff House, which is right above it. It has amazing ocean views and is kind of pricey, but we hit the cheap lunch menu and the food was great. We had a good time at the museum, but we did get the sad news that as of September, they are losing their space and will be closing. (I guess there's no chance of a Journalcon field trip, then.)

We drove back (in heavy rain, which negated the beautiful views of the Golden Gate we normally would have had) and hung out at home for a while. My sister went to the grocery store and bought a whole buttload of food-- fried chicken and whatnot. Ash got some Hawaiian bread, which she ended up sharing with Phoebe the parakeet. (Phoebe loves it; I bet it's the sugar.)

That night, my friend Tatum was supposed to take us to a lesbian club. At the last minute she had to work, so her (very recently) ex-girlfriend Sydney took us instead. The club is called The End Up, and they were having a lesbian night called the G-Spot.

My sister bought me a couple of drinks, I bought myself a couple, and the rest of the night is sort of a vague blur. I remember dancing. I remember running into Ash's psycho ex-girlfriend completely unexpectedly. I remember stopping by the pool hall and talking to Will (pool guy) and possibly embarrassing myself in the process.

I also remember Lucy saying "Shut UP, Monique" a lot. (I would be quiet for a while, and then think of something else to say, and babble on and on until I got another "SHUT UP, MONIQUE!"-- no idea what I was talking about, though.) I remember nothing else. Swiss cheese brain.

On Sunday I had to work again, and the girls had Alcatraz tour tickets. We hit Barney's for lunch beforehand, the home of The Best Turkey Burger Ever.

I worked another five hour shift. The only notable thing is that I got a bra in the mail the day before. It supposedly has "super back support" and even though it was expensive, I decided to give it a shot. Holy mother, it was amazing. My back hardly hurt at all. I was very happy, especially since the shift got a little rough at the end there. (The two people I was working with had a big fight in the back room, and I was running between the register and the bar helping customers while they yelled at each other.)

After work we went to the Parkway theater to see In The Bedroom. It wasn't quite the right movie for the venue-- the Parkway is the theater where you get beer and pizza and sit on couches and watch the movie. The atmosphere is more Rocky Horror, less Saving Private Ryan. That notwithstanding, I really enjoyed the film. The performances were amazing across the board, and there were some real moments of honesty. Good film. Thumbs up.

After that, we headed back to the pool hall to hang out with Sydney and Tatum, and also my friend Megan. We didn't last long, though-- we were all tired and we collectively wilted after a couple of games.

This morning we were originally going to head into the city to the MOMA, but we slept in and then met Tatum and Sydney for brunch and bowling instead.

Brunch was yummy, bowling was fun. (And try as I might, I can't think of anything to add to that sentence. Um. I had french toast? The bowling alley is cool?) Hopefully I proved to my sister that I actually do have friends who like me, and I like being able to hang out more with Tatum and her gang. Tatum reminds me of my sister, except that Tatum has totally got the Berkeley personality, while Abby is L.A. to the core.

And then the girls had to pack up and leave. Quelle sad. But it was a really good vacation. We only had a couple of days, but we crammed a lot into them.

"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.'"