Uber Exfoliation

This weekend was interesting... to say the least. I drove through the city of Brotherly love... fine. But coming out the other side of the city, I discover a very interesting bridge. Its blue girders seem welcoming; unless you happen to be claustrophobic. Then, the inviting blue girders close in from top and sides, creating this pressure that only claustrophobics have ever experienced. But that's okay, because I'm only a little claustrophobic. I can get over it if it's necessary. So, I deal. Ok. I'm over the bridge thing.

Andrea's directions are amazingly good considering that they seem so vague... No exit numbers. Only some road names. But I got all the way to her house without incident.

But the house. That's another matter entirely. The girl lives in the nicest house I've ever been in. I actually went in the back way because I thought I might have the wrong house. Wouldn't that have been awkward? "Um, Hi. Sorry, wrong graduation party. I'll be leaving now. By the way, do you know where Andrea's party is?" It was the right house, and that's all that mattered.

So, we drink a lot, eat a ton...Keith, Ange's boyfriend, catered the shindig. Hey, that boy can cook for me anytime. WOW.

Eating, drinking. I'm in the den talking with Sarah's twin Lindsay. Sarah runs in breathless. "Lyns, you have to go. We went for miles, it's so much fun, Mr. G even has a CD player you can listen to." She is relaying to us that Ange's dad is taking people on his motorcycle. Well. I have wanted to ride on a motorcycle for a long time. When Lindsay turned the opportunity down, I jumped on it. It was awesome. For about five minutes. Until we crashed.

Yep. Asphalt. Nature's uber-exfoliant.



Road-rash. It's overrated. I could do without.

I do know what makes my shoulder feel better... if an attractive man (preferably a young one related to Ange) blows gently on the wound and voices concern over my cut face. It's amazing what that does for a gal's hurts ;-) Almost makes the pain and oozing sores worth it. And as my amazing nazi-nurses Lindsay and Erin pointed out, it's a great way to draw guys in. Although I think Matt's suggestion that I document the camera-shaped pattern of bruising on my right butt cheek was not necessarily appropriate :-o

Far worse, though, Ange's beautiful kitten Amos ran away. There's no downer like a missing pet. With any luck, he'll come back soon, meowing for the comfort of his next meal.

Despite those minor setbacks, the weekend was totally worth it. Two thumbs up to Sarah and Ange, for their choice of men and of friends.