#1: Dave and I hosted a dinner party last Saturday (whoa, that sounds so yuppie) and, though it was preceeded by me stressing out and cleaning like mad and getting on to Dave for not replacing our smoke detectors, it went wonderfully. The food was most excellent as was the company (the alcohol deserves some credit too). Like we said at the end of the night in our most posh mannerisms "we must do this again." Really though.

#2: After dinner Cody called and invited us to attend the midnight movie at the Angelika with him. That's right people, Disco Dolls in 3-D, a very cheesy 70's porn featuring John "the Wad" Holmes and some nasty afro-ed guy named Harry Balls. Although we found out when we got to the theatre that they had run out of 3-D glasses, the movie was still pretty hilarious. And my god, all the money-shots! So much penis!

#3: Today was spent running errands, two hours of which I was stranded at the local Wal-mart getting an oil change for my car. This was a very difficult thing for me to do. First of all, I don't often like to leave my house, especially if it means I may have to personally interact with strangers. Second, I grimace if I so much as drive by a Wal-mart, let alone if I'm pushed so far as to walk in the doors: the bright lights, the booming intercom, the wacky people that shop there all make it a place I'd rather avoid. Anyway, today I stomached my abhorrence of the store and took my car to get an oil change, thinking it would probably take no longer that thirty minutes or so. How wrong I was. For the first thirty or so minutes I feebly tried looking around, but I couldn't force myself to linger in one area for too long. Finally I went back to the automotive area and sat down to wait. What a great place to people-watch. An old man carrying a five pound bucket of cat food sat down across from me in this special massage chair for some time, then went off to wander the rest of the store. Another old man wearing a railroad worker's uniform bitched out one of the workers because he didn't like his oil-changing technique. I must have seen at least ten or so people buzzing around in those little carts they've got for the grossly obese. And good lord, the varicose veins! They were everywhere! This story is actually quite pointless. Basically, I still hate going to Wal-mart as well as leaving my house. The end.


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