i can say with all honesty that last night was the worst saturday night i’ve ever had in my entire life. yes, it was wretched.

it started out nice enough, dinner with sister #4 and my dad. i had the fish, which was my big mistake. i dunno if it was bad fish or i was food poisioned or what, but it made me sick. really, very uncomfortably sick. which wouldn’t have been too terrible had i not already volunteered to help my dad out with a party at the bowling alley.

it wouldn’t have been too bad had i drove my car down to the bowling alley, instead of having sister #4 just drop me off.

so yes, i was sick and stuck.

still, this wouldn’t have been so bad. but then my theory that the weirdest person in a group of people will want to spend all their time with me kicked in. so i sat behind the bar, doubled over in pain and listened to some crazy woman tell me about her therapist’s daughter’s eyebrow ring. i listened as she quizzed me incessantly about my nosering and how much it hurt or didn’t hurt to get my nose pierced. i listened as she told me about her crazy friend in wyndam with the giant heart and the excellent sense of humor. how this strange lady always tells her crazy friend that she’s an angel and how the friends says, “of course i am an angel, i am so high and i have no clothes on.”

what?, i didn’t get that line either, but i was too sick and sweaty to even want to ask her what in the hell she meant.

so yes, i hope you darling ones had a better saturday night than i did.