Dread Locks and Night Swimming

This weekend sort of slipped by when I wasn't paying attention. Friday started entirely too early with a trip to the airport and then to bring my grandpa to the doctor and by the time "Intervention" was over, Spliff and I were being hauled off to see the hot bartenders. Seriously, people, Spliff hadn't met the new hot bartender/neighbor yet and I couldn't let her wait another minute. Too many martinis later, I was spilling an entire container of fries on the floor and trying to pick them up and get them to the trash can without dropping any of them. Let me tell you...this is not easy. They may as well have physically run away from me. It took forever. And I wanted to EAT them, not DROP them.

Saturday started out pretty normal with Spliff's little head popping into my room at 11 to say, "Herrrrro?" I spent the afternoon procrastinating and not accomplishing any actual homework at all and then checked my myspace and found out that, TA-DA! There was a reggae festival in two hours! A reggae fest will always mean an encounter with The Psycho Rasta and other assorted hot guys with dread locks, but the whole experience usually turns out well. Psycho Rasta manages to stay about an arm's length away from me and aside from the irritating glare thing that he does, I barely notice him. Or I pretend I don't until it is impossible. Jerms' band played a really fun and energetic set and Spliff and I danced around while Jennagiraffe tried to talk to a boy. The whole thing was like a reunion. There was so much beautiful hair in one place I felt like I might burst into flames and I didn't even blink an eye at Z when he tried to lead me away from Jenn. That's right, folks, even with weak knees and flushed cheeks, I stayed by Jenn's side. What the hell is WRONG with me? Eventually, he is going to get tired of hitting on me mercilessly and THEN what will I do? I will kick myself in the ass, that's what.

Anyway, after dancing around in the still, 90 degree heat for several hours, we decided to head back to the house and go swimming in the ocean. Because there is nothing better than night swimming. I managed to drag JM AND Mr. Johnson in against their will and we walked home at 3 am with stringy hair and smeared mascara (Mr. Johnson has neither hair nor mascara to worry about)...My bed is full of sand and my hair feels like straw but holy crap, I love the effing ocean.

It was a good day, internet. A good day, indeed.

How you found me!

It has been a while since I did this...but here we go...(and you're only getting three...dammit.)

3. I hate Twisted Misters ... Yes, those nine-year-olds suck ass. I hate them too.

2. "You no breakfast this morning" lyrics. This cannot be a song, people.

1. Bathtub differences. HA! Clearly there is a difference in what bathtubs are normally used for and what Mr. Johnson likes to use them for.

The Bathtub Again

When I feel like killing someone or breaking things, I typically resort to sleep. I get into bed and I stay there until I no longer feel violent or upset. Needless to say, anger paired with the wicked hangover I was nursing on Friday, was pretty debilitating. I pulled the covers up and took a sleeping pill and slept ZH out of my head. It worked until I woke up.

I spent Friday in a half-asleep fog but had decided that Friday was all I was getting. I wasn't going to spend the entire weekend moping around, wishing that I had said a bunch of stuff that wouldn't have made a bit of difference anyway. So, Saturday morning, I got up, showered and went out with Spliff for lunch. I invited a bunch of friends to the house for some much needed fun and before I knew it, I was doing shots of a vodka concoction that JM was mixing up in the kitchen while Mr. Johnson snapped pictures. Like any other time Mr. Johnson is at my house, we ended up in the bathtub cutting holes in beer cans and then trying not to end up wearing more beer than we drank. This time, there were a whole lot more people so the bathtub was more crowded than ever before. Despite Thing Two insisting on calling Rad Neighbor "Pants-Off Dance-Off", the night went well. It felt good to have friends over to help me forget about all of the madness that had been running through my head for the last few days.

I am fairly certain that I will be asleep by 7pm this evening and that I will spend the majority of tomorrow trying to get my ass in gear, but I am totally up for the challenge. If nothing else came of the ZH situation, at least we know where we stand. And at least we have the closure that I think we both desperately needed.