Memorial Day weekend

Another Fleet week, another year that goes by without a big drunken sailor orgy. Oh well. Maybe next year.

The weekend was great. Half day on Friday, followed by errands and shopping. I came home with two pairs of sandals, a white tank top with rhinestones and another shirt I'm not quite sure I can pull off. When the sun disappeared, I ordered sushi, drank wine and watched Closer, which gave me several new reasons to celebrate the single life and fear commitment. Good flick, though. Julia Roberts doesn't surprise me often, but when she does, it's a nice surprise. And I know I'm in the minority here, but Clive Owen? Still doesn't grill my cheese. Neither does Jude Law, for that matter.

Saturday I rolled out of bed and met the South Africans at Loreley, which I've been meaning to check out. I love getting loopy outdoors on sunny weekend afternoons. After leaving the bar, we weaved our way over to the shiny happy crackhead cupcake place and stuffed our faces. Then I bid them adieu and went home to nap. Saturday night the rape crisis girls and I settled into our usual spot for one last night out with Jean before she heads to Germany for the summer. It was an unusually tame, unusually early night. I think it's because we had boys with us. I also got to tell Hot Bouncer about his Missed Connection, and after his initial freakout, he remembered the crazy chick who was hitting on him and told us the very funny, very scary story.

Sunday morning I woke up at the crack of dawn to get Mulder the Wondercat's blood sugar checked at the animal hospital. A poor girl in the waiting room had a broken arm and a tiny dog on her lap, head wrapped in a bandage. She was sobbing into her cell phone about how she'd never forgive herself for trying to make coffee with one broken arm, and spilling it all over her tiny dog's head and burning all his hair off. I felt awful for them both. After chatting with the vet, I went home and cleaned like a madwoman in anticipation of Julie, best friend extraordinaire's, arrival. Homegirl and I haven't seen each other since Christmas, since she had to go and move to that stupid state down South. We shopped, we ate, we drank many, many shots of tequila, and for once, I remained perfectly behaved, while she hit on Hot Bouncer, told everyone I was a terrible kisser, made drunk phone calls and sang Johnny Cash songs very, very loudly. It was just like old times, really, except the pain of the next morning was unprecedented.

I squandered my Monday off with a hangover, heroic amounts of nachos, and too much time online. I also watched Empire Falls, which might have been one of the most perfectly cast films I've ever seen. Everyone was fantastic. You should see it, but if you're like me and you have a hard time reading the book after seeing the movie, you should read the book first. If not, feel free to enjoy it in whichever order you see fit.

Holiday weekends rule.