The only problem with long weekends is having to go back to normal adult life when it's over. There definitely weren't enough days for me to relax and I'm very against having to reenter the grind tomorrow. Too much of my time was spent being mopey and sleep deprived. I thought a long weekend was when you got caught up on sleep and chilled the fuck out for a change. Ah well.
Post-Thursday's episode, Friday was a blah ass sort work day. I was in the mood for some retail therapy and was off downtown. I got caught out in the rain and happened to duck into the sneaker store. I emerged a while later with Asics #2 (more Tigers: Ultimate 81 Sax/Blue if you're curious.) Later was another night with the friends for Trendvickster's 23. We had a mini-HS reunion strolling around the village plus P. Friendster. We got to be the only freaks in the universe who actually used that new fangled Friendster thing and the only ones who didn't turn into pumpkins at 1am. He and I were then off to a fun weekly at a place for dancing and too much drinking, the typical routine.
Saturday night, I found myself at my aunt's bridal shower. I barely knew what to even bring because what the hell do I know about those things? My friends are (mostly) far from being married (knock on wood), so those things are quite foreign to me. Plus being with my aunts and friends of their age group made me even more lost. The main entertainment was the hired stripper that dashed every perverted dream I've ever had of male strippers. He was absolutely gross, with bulging muscles that would make Vin Diesel look like a malnourished shrimp and the most colossal dick I've ever seen hanging out there in a harness (for lack of a better word) barely restrained. I'm no prude or wallflower, but I all I could think was "he better not put that thing anywhere near me." I suppose sensing that, he came over and did some sort of dance in front of me smacking my knee with it, as I clapped my hand over my horrified mouth and thought that I'd have to wash those pants the next day no doubt about it. I can guess you're thinking, well, damn Candice, you're such a punk! You act like you've never seen a dick before. Hello, Ms. I Went To Naked Boys Dancing For My Birthday! You're all talk and no action! And you'd be partially right, but that thing (because it was like a deformity) was like 15 inches and the diameter of a Sprite can. I think my mind went into shock thinking of someone coming at me in real life with something like that. Never in a million years, yo. And imagine...until Saturday I thought I was a size queen! Ha! I was so traumatized that I had to go home and try to flush out the sight of it from my mind.
I woke up bright and early on Sunday to do laundry before traipsing off to Woodbury Commons with Russ and the visiting P. Diddy. Mmm...shopping. Mmm...Junior's strawberry cheesecake later that night for dessert. We were out and about when apparently no one else was. As if everyone really left town! I've seen more people out on a Sunday when everyone knows damned well they have to be up the next morning. We called it quits fairly early and I woke up early the next morning before ixnaying that and getting up mid-afternoon. PrincessNella and I saw Shrek 2, even more not for kids really than the first one. The adults were definitely the only ones laughing this time around. Plus Puss N' Boots reminds me of one of my cats.
All in all, I've been very boring. So sorry. I'm in a slump. Sue me.
Posted by Candicissima at May 31, 2004 10:52 PMshrek 2 was great indeed but soooo not for kids. like at least with shrek one thry tried to make it for both - totally gave that up for this one. but im going to marry puss 'n boots. he was too cute!
Posted by: jay at June 1, 2004 01:22 PMIndeed so cute. I saw a cat on the street caught mid lick and I was like "ooh..just like Puss N Boots!" Because I'm 4 and act like I don't have cats of my own.
Posted by: Candicissima at July 3, 2004 02:45 PM