Quickest LJ in the West
Super-stealthy entry from my magnificent Office!Cube (now with functioning door!), as at-home Internet connection has yet to be established. Please note that this entry is intended for timeline purposes only in the event that I am arrested (homicide, indecent exposure, et cetera...) and need to call for an alibi. I repeat: Nothing particularly interesting to see here, folks.ThursdayDrove out to the Old Town Theatre (praised for it's comfy old couches and beer taps conveniently located in front of the screen) in Alexandria for Johnny Rockett's screen debut in The 8th Plague. Eyebrows raised for the experience of watching said Rockett be gutted onscreen while he munches popcorn on an adjacent couch. Further raised for his sexy-sex scene. Met a few more of Jon's co-worker friends, who appear to enjoy both me and my ass (as evidenced by its impromptu grabbing, times three). (On a related note, a gay black man has officially approved my ass as Apple Bottom jeans-friendly. Pleased, I bow to his superior authority.) Good times.FridayReturn from stressful day in the office to find vegan goodies from the Sticky Fingers Bakery in my fridge, signed with the note "I Love Rach!" Jon feeds me, therefore I love Jon! Exclamation point! Happily, I curl up in a hot bath with an oatmeal cream bar and some choco-brownie awesomeness, and am back to Zen(/bloat) by the time Jon arrives. We are both rather tired and pledge ourselves to an evening of lame-assery. Following the debrief on last week's short-lived fight (the second in our 11-month relationship, fueled by alcohol and very little reason), I teach him how to make spicy potato wedges (as his culinary abilities are limited to microwaved items at present) and we devote hours to Mario Party by way of GameCube. Turbo-dorks? Damn right.SaturdayOriginal plans involved catching ex-Monkee Peter Tork's early performance in Virginia, followed by booty-shaking at the Rock and Roll Hotel with friends...but Jon forgot that the Pietasters were scheduled to play at a wedding in Virginia, so I decide to drive back to St. Mary's County and visit my neglected family/dachshund. Because I like them. Mom dubs my hair "Not bad in person" by way of greeting.SundayFamily. Mexican food. Digestive bliss. Got lost on the return trip and involuntarily took a scenic route through Southeast DC, an area that a) I painstakingly avoid and b) am therefore entirely unfamiliar with. Ugh. Jon shows up shortly after my stressful arrival home with a map of DC and explains SE in simple terms. We venture out (via feet!)(because the novelty never wears off!) for beer and falafels and snuggle down with Bladerunner and the NSP. In summary: Utopia. Hope everyone had a stellar weekend.I owe comments!Edit: Via AIM:Rachel: Ow, crampies. OW, CRAMPIES! (** Editor's Note: I have cramps. No lie.) Jessica: :-( I sorry!R: You did not cause crampies. Or...did you?J: you will never know for certainR: You are diabolical. Nice to Accounting, vicious to friends.R: I'm onto your little game.J: keep your friends close and enemies closer. you are friend, therefore, i can treat you more shittilyJ: friend leniency is a mofo