I knew yesterday was going to be odd since it was a full moon so close to the first day of Spring. It wasn't just odd -- it was fantastically odd, even if it did start out a little funny. I love Fridays. They're always so easy to sail through because it's the end of the week, and things are always winding down. Plus between jeans day and my supporting Red Shirt Friday, I don't even have to worry about what I'm wearing. I was at work sipping on my first cup of coffee, which I put some hazlenut flavoring in. I think half of my diet may consist of Splenda coffee flavorings and sweetener tablets. I'm not usually a big fan of hazlenut, and my mom says it always giver her heart palpitations, so when I started feeling a little woozy, I kicked the coffee and started drinking green tea instead. I didn't want to tempt falling over while running around the office wearing 2½" heeled boots (it's fun to be a solid 6').



I had to spend most of my day at work hiding in an unused office so I could help one of the other departments play catch-up. At one point when I went back to my desk there was an envelope with my name on it placed over my keyboard that contained a ransom note, and I was missing two bunny clad ponies. I finally got my bunnies back without too much maiming. Yet later that day I again returned to my desk to find it was not only completely re-arranged, but said ponies were hanging from rubber band nooses against my walls. They'll live to regret that come April Fool's Day.

Then it was time for the bi-weekly trip to Wal-Mart to stock up on Wheat Thins and V8. Amung my purchases was a container of cream puffs, because it was girl's night, and much insanity was going to ensue. I even bought Mudslide mix just to make sure. I thought it was a little strange that one of my friends was making Baba Ghanoush, but then I remembered this is the same girl that is not only married to a man she re-united with on Ricki Lake, but managed to get away with naming her son Atreyu. In a few years, this kid will be on the playground with his classmates proclaiming, "The Neverending what? No, no, I swear to God I'm named after the band... please don't hit me!"



When I got to my friend's apartment I was happy to find they were already ordering a veggie pizza. It was gonna be a good night. The first couple hours were spent picking up another friend and running to the grocery store while we had loud inappropriate discussions about our sex lives and shit-talked on men. Then we went on to drinking, devouring pizza, and on-demand karaoke sessions. There were lit lighters, grinding, shirts removed and swung above the head, and of course, me laying on the carpet making swimming motions.

Then it was on to a rousing game of Pick-Up Lines in which we quoted Tourrette's Guy no less than 500 times (DON'T TALK SHIT ABOUT TOTAL!) and took breaks to do some drunken dialing and texting. My friend Phaedra kept insisted she saw some weird foreign porno where everyone dressed up like Smurfs, and now I'm taking it as my life's duty to hunt down this video. But for now, I'm going to concentrate on Easter!