I Did Not Die. Instead I Made Merengues.

The majority of the public seemed to be under the impression that the world was going to end today. The weather reports all pointed to severe storms and possible tornadoes, and some big-shot weatherman flew all the way out her so he could "survey the devastation" tomorrow. My friends were freaking out. Fox News was reporting disasters of apocalyptic proportions...but that's pretty normal of them so I didn't pay much attention.

I don't generally buy into the mass hysteria that comes when expecting severe weather. I have never seen a tornado. And I know they happen, I know what this kind of weather is capable of- but since it's never happened to me I have a hard time envisioning it ever happening at all. So when storms come, I usually sit in silence and wave it off. Storms pass.i wish I could apply that kind of calm to my emotional life, but it seems that attitude is only present when it rains.

Anyway, I spent four hours at Madame's house shaving thin slices of zucchini and rolling them around a mixture of goat cheese and pesto. Unfortunately we didn't get to serve them to our guests because the dinner was cancelled. Oh well, I guess the plan is to host lunch for some nuns tomorrow afternoon instead. That should be fun. I do like these nuns. Some nuns are scary but these ones are cute and adorable.

Louder Than A Bomb is tomorrow, too! I am so excited. I'm not reading any individual pieces until the bout on Tuesday, but I am a part of tomorrow's group piece. Tickled Pink, Good Sport, and I wrote it together and we're performing it together as well. We're pretty connected to this piece. It's our baby, and it had an especially difficult delivery which very nearly ended in us punching one another in the ovaries. I'm glad it didn't. Wish us luck!

Thank You For Being A Friend

It's been two days and I now consider myself fully recovered from a splendid weekend. It really was wonderful. Most of Saturday night was spent kicking Rock Band's butt with Prom Date, FG, and BFK. Prom Date and I play a mean Yoshimi. And I attempted to teach FG the Bad Romance choreography- she decided she'd rather sing, but BFK joined me. He was surprisingly good. There was a lot of tacos and Quelf and staying up until the wee hours of the morning. I also got some quality BFK time while watching Saturday Night Live. That doesn't happen nearly enough- I miss him already. He is kinda my favorite person ever. But I'm pretty sure I've already blogged about that enough times. Oh well.

I think I took about three naps on Sunday. Most of them happened when I was trying to clean the babies' room. Mister Man's bed is too comfortable for words. All those naps aside, I felt positively dead today. Sure, maybe I should have gotten more sleep this weekend, but it was totally worth it. It's not often that I get to see Prom Date or BFK.

Here's to best friends, and the crazy, red-haired, fez-wearing woman who decided to keep me for the evening. I love you all.

RAWKed It

Quite a bit of stuff was rocked this weekend.

Ollie Webb public performance-rocked.

Evening with Prom Date, New One, FG, Accents-R-Us, and BFK-rocked.

Super awesome film-rocked.

Rock Band-RAWKed by none other than FG. Side note: Prom Date and I actually happen to do a pretty splendiferous cover of "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots."

Waffles and wonderful facon/goat cheese omelet-rocked. (Thanks, FG. Thar was tasty.)

Birthday party for Skinny Me-rocked. More breakfast food brought to you by The Management.

Mass gathering of family for great grandma's birthday-okay, maybe not as rocked as it should have been. But close enough.

I am now about to rock out to some sort of classical music as I prepare for an in-class essay over "The Iliad," the book which I find positively abhorrent.

Wish me luck, y'all.