4 am weekend goodness

it has been one long insane freakend, as christopher bate would say.

friday

anthony's band, red room cinema, has a show at crowbar in ybor. quite a good turnout and 5 bands playing. they are supposed to go on at 12:30 am. everyone runs late and they play at 2 am. the crowd has thinned, but there's a surprising number of people still hanging out. they end up playing a really really great show and by the time they pack up and i retrieve the car with jen's help, it's 3:20 am. after much traffic, we crash at 4 am like silent logs into our pillow-top bed. our cats keep sleepy watch while we slumber.

officially, ybor on 7th avenue blows large un-fragrant chunks. especially when it's 3 am and the drunken week-old leftovers of the night make their way into the street. the road is swarming with overbearing name-brand testosterone and skantily-skankily dressed women masquerading as whores and living, breathing bratz dolls. it's really incredible what one street over can do.
8th ave? nice. relaxed. un-skanked.
7th ave? meatmarket. hellhole. swill of the earth.

upon leaving, i had to get cash from the atm. a 30 yr old trying to relive his glory days grabs jen's butt, walks off 5 paces and says how she needs to "watch out, blah blah, blah, something unintelligible."
i point in the other direction and say, "you need to walk the fuck away. do NOT talk to us. get the fuck away."
really, i was rather calm and it was highly satisfying to be the brazen yotch.
he retorts, "oh, me so sorry" in an "asian" accent and stumbles off.
he is very lucky he was not closer -- jen and i were in no mood to play nice and share with others. we were running with scissors the entire walk to the parking garage.

thankfully, that was the only bad 10 minutes of the evening.

saturday

unable to sleep in because of a 9:30 am appointment, anthony and i drop my car off to be fixed. ($513!!) stupid cracked radiator. anthony blames saturn and my plastic car. then at 10:30 we have a meeting to tour the davis island garden club as a potential ceremony/reception site. it's looking pretty decided. breakfast at delicious greasy pach's place and 3 cups of coffee each. then birthday present shopping for MAt while going through the throes of realizing a) we did NOT get enough sleep, b) we are really tired, and c) we have had way too much coffee. once home, we play the wii a half-hour (oh, yes, we got a wii and wee love it! my arm is sore today from tennis) until i have to pick up my car.

nap from 3-5.30.

dinner is at 6, but due to circumstances beyond our control, it is pushed back til 7. yen and mike come up from sarasota and eat with me, ant, jen, rachel & lawrence. dessert is at the henry waugh dessert room at the twin-peaks-esque bern's. i was excited by my dessert choice -- s'mores stack! yes, i got a marshmallow dessert at bern's. and it. was. disgusting. who the hell makes a s'more with a peanut butter cookie and drizzles it with peanut butter sauce the consistency of baby poo? NO ONE. very disconcerting and disappointing. it was duly returned for "chocolate chocolate chocolate." jen returned hers for delicious bread pudding. and really, no mention of peanut butter on their menu at all! plus, on another dessert, they spelled "avocado" incorrectly. i hate that.

from dictionary.reference.com:
Word History: The history of avocado takes us back to the Aztecs and their language, Nahuatl, which contained the word ahuacatl meaning both "fruit of the avocado tree" and "testicle."

yen and i regaled the table with stories of our asian upbringing -- parents who cleaned our ears with ear scoops with furry ends, dads who ate eggs which contained unborn baby ducklings and uncles who ate baby mice/rats alive gently enfolded in lettuce leaves.

a late dinner made us unfortunately late for MAt's birthday party. :( we had a great time, though, until 4 am eating pretzels and funnel cake. dave introduced me to bordeaux wine. we lamented over the humidity, which caused the cotton candy to sink and implode upon itself in a sticky, crunchy mess of spun sugar. amy told me of the pain of 3rd degree burns caused by molten sugar. dug did his very special monkey dance, which is like a siren's song, but for females. and jess & sean scared me off of having a baby anytime soon by telling us how much sleep they get.

i can't believe i stayed up until 4 am two nights in a row! insanity. truly.