Chopper, sic balls!

Not too much drunken debauchery this weekend, I'm afraid.

Last night Joe and I had a great idea called "let's be homebodies and get drunk in the apartment and watch 'Stand By Me.'" Not a bad idea, one might think, but I REALLY wanted to watch the movie and do that we didn't. I started giggling like a boy-crazy preteen (think Miley Cyrus) and didn't make it through the movie because my boyfriend is a lovely jerk who kept interrupting me. Passage-outage occurred after only two 7&7s (I swear, you want me to be your bartender... I make strong drinks).

Friday night was a bit more exciting because we weren't hermits. Vote For Pete played at the Relay for Life. I lit a luminary, I cried, I danced my butt off (on cold bleachers). I tried to feed Olin during the show but what he really wanted was for me to plug in his pedal (I b a bad hearer). Mr. Garvey was there and he is super sexy camera. We went to Ed's afterwards and ate heart-attack pizza and wings and I got to be DD to my drunk-ass 40-drinkin' boyfriend.

Also, the doll is a man and there is a boat in the living room (and not to mention Kanji for 69)... but I'm not even going to go there. BOOM!

Today is Polish Fest, Zoo, and mom's birthday. This will be the third time this week I've had to drive home and I'm not very happy about it. Sure, let me spend all my money on gasoline...