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Guys, I think I've found my calling in life, or something, because I apparently throw bitchin parties. 'Course with the crowd of people that showed up to our house to properly usher cell23's fourth decade in last night, it's quite hard to have a bad party. Hell even the people that couldn't come but sent well-wishes via twitter (you were there in spirit, Mr. Berube!) helped, so yeah. There were also Muppets, Batman, Castlevania, and Mario Kart assisting. :) Special guest stars: cell23's now infamous Gay Bar Dance while he beat the shit out of his princess pinata (aersi helped). The terrifying pin the tail on the donkey game that oneforellis brought that looked like a donkey staring worriedly at his ass as red liquid appeared to pour out of it (it was supposed to be a target painted on, but it looked way too much like severe intestinal damage). THE MOTHERFUCKING INDIANA JONES CAKE WITH WORKING BALL. That's right you heard me. That cake was BOSS.

But yeah, you know how you know it was a good party? 2 reasons: 1) I just stumbled downstairs in search of breakfast (by the way, aersi? you're a motherfucking genius, thank you for the bagels) saw the horror my living room and kitchen are after everything... and grinned my face off. 2) The part where towards the end of the evening, cell23 (who tends to detest having a big thing made of his birthday, so yes, I threw him a party cause I'm a bitch like that ;) ) was being glomphed by all the remaining ladies present, and while cackling maniacally, declared that he should turn 30 every year.

I clearly win at everything. Including hangovers. I had quite a bit of "kool-aid" (hawaiian punch, sierra mist, tangerine vodka and slushed ice make great punch, btw) and then another_murray brought over pomegranate liqueur and i was just done for afterward. but I only have a bit of a headache this morning and that may well be because I forgot to make/get coffee. Yeah, I know.

But yeah, thanks guys. And happy birthday cell23. I love you, and I think it's safe to say so does everyone who was in attendance. :)

Seems to be a theme today, lol.

Things I need to get done:

Big chunk of work updates that need to get done before I leave town This should NOT have taken as long as it did, but damn it it's DONE now.

Throw Crap To Wear (and wash) this weekend into backpack

Clean out Hanzo-san (Considering I despise having a messy car, this will only involve clearing out some petals left over from the funeral a few weeks back, a towel and and some papers) - Fuck it, this ain't going to happen. If dad objects to flower petals, he's going to just have to deal.

Plug in and charge Things What need Charging and poke iTunes playlists for the drive down

Get some kind of dinner.

Recheck that I have indeed packed everything I need to freaking pack

Take the kids' toys/books over to cell23's.

Drop off some DVDs and wish aradiadiane a happy birthday

ADDED to list: take shower because I smell like it's been over 90 degrees all damn day.

OMG Drive to NYC! (right, time to go.)

Things I HAVE managed to get done
(despite glitches mostly having to do with EVEN IN THE FUTURE NOTHING WORKS)

gas up and do the pre-long drive car check
(this hit a snag when my Bank of America card refused to work properly - one detour to the Amherst branch and a panic attack later...)

get my damn cable back on (whoop whoop)
(the snag here was having the TV go back on instantly but the internet involved me having to call them so they could reset my modem remotely. Grr.)

god, it's nice to have my own goddamn internet again you guys have no idea.

Also riding a little high on adrenaline... I totally ripped into this overtanned beach blonde princess at the comcast office because she had parked her car in front of the office door in such a way that no one could get around her to park in the actual parking spaces in the back (not to mention the trucks couldn't get to their holding area either). Seriously, I Angry Black Womanned her ass (yes it's a verb) until she left in a screaming swearing huff... and got a quiet round of applause from the line of little old ladies waiting to pay their bills. Seriously you guys, I have no patience for entitled teenage speshul snowflakes anymore. I must be getting old or something.

Anycrap, got shit to do and a trip to pack for. Wish me luck and a safe journey y'all.

I am the satisfied sleepy of one who has played hard, gotten too much sun, eaten too much grilled dead thing, had too much cuddle time with a manbeast, taken too much joy in going places with all the windows rolled down and spent too much time with two rather energetic children and one equally overenergetic kitten.

Good night!

Have my car back. OMG it is SO NICE not feeling that alarming rattle under my left foot anymore.

Today was also fantastic, what with spontaneous aersi hangouts, some good conversations with roomie, running into Liz on the bus, and the usual amount of captainlove breaking my brain. And sunshine sunshine sunshine. It was so fucking gorgeous today, guys, and gorgeous day means riding up 116 from South Hadley with both front windows rolled all the way down with the stereo cranked up singing to Lady Gaga at the top of my lungs.

I tell ya, I may be dead broke and with a head full of bad wiring, but days like today make everything better for a while. And hey! I don't have to worry about my front wheels falling off anymore! (Paying for it... different story... ah well.)

One of the things I filched from Mom's desk before I left new york was her ruler.

This isn't just any ruler. It's old. It's solid wood. It was clearly made when people this side of the pond had never heard of such newfangled things as centimeters, so the whole thing is canted to one side, which is, of course ruled in inches. Eighteen of them. Yes. The ruler is a foot and a frickin half. This is exactly the sort of ruler that evokes pain, fear, disapproving nuns, and the ghosts of rapped knuckles past. Clearly it had to come back to MA with me. And clearly, if the theme for tonight's Haven was Back to School, it had to come with me.

The night was actually almost entirely made of fail due to a rare fuck up on my part that left me enjoying my evening with the indelible Xs on the hands usually gifted to the under 21 crowd (not that I care, I never drink at Haven anyway) and even that much was due to some people being VERY nice to me. But after that minor bit of ick, me, my black and white outfit of disciplinary doom, my slightly defraggled pigtails and my 18 inches of I WILL SMACK YOU ruler proceeded to have a grand old time with the roommate, jaicat, and dionethoughts.

Theme nights at Haven usually mean a costume contest of some sort. And Haven is the sort of place where if you march on stage slapping a badass motherfucking ruler against one palm, and yell at the crowd "AND WHERE ARE ALL YOUR GODDAMN HALL PASSES??" they just might do crazy things like vote you the Haven Homecoming Queen and give you a feathery fuzzy tiara that just happens to match the rest of your outfit, along with a bag of really silly ass stuff as a prize. Including a copy of Revenge of the Nerds on DVD. And a blacklight. And a red eyed rubber rat, because maybe they knew your plastic vulture needed company. Or maybe it's just a happy coincidence.

Thank you dionethoughts, for running me home... I'll assume by lack of phone call that you did not get lost on the way back. :)

I am sweaty, sore from the thighs down, have big black Xs on my hands, and I just had to dig a small splinter out of my pinky courtesy of Ruler of Doom. I am also ridiculously happy right now.

Here's hoping I can continue on this current jag of good days. I'm also tempted to keep going with the "Lets play dress-up" thing I've got going on lately, lol. Or maybe just find more excuses to steal cell23's ties, especially since I remember how to tie them now.