No, seriously, our house is just nutz as usual while my social life has taken a drastic turn from nonexistent to flourishing.
Thursday night I met Thugalicious Homeboy*'s main squeeze, Rhett Butler, at Afterwords. It was great to gab with a fellow Mississippian and I, of course, drank too much. We ended the night with plenty of grease and tears, as most Southerners do.
Saturday I had lunch with Goldie - also from Mississippi, one of my sistah's besties - who was, as usual, on her rhetorical A-Game. After checking out the sales at Urban Outfitters (lame, FYI), I trekked back to the suburbs to fake-study for several hours.
The Butler and I went to IHOP for a later dinner Saturday night, which was the greatest decision we've ever non-made before. After that, we watched Matchstick Men twice in a row. (Have I ever mentioned that I am obsessed with Nicholas Cage?? I am.)
Today The Butler, Coco, and I went to les bebes' ice skating lesson and then, after stopping at the house to give the dogs some good, good lovin', we saw Coraline. Great movie. I was totally scared.
Ok, so that's what I've been doing while I've not been blogging. Judge me if you will. I can tell no lies (except the two above - can you spot them?)
* So named for his intimate knowledge of every rap song produced between 1995 and 2003. It's truly a gift.