So I have to go to the crackpot tooth-doctor at 5pm today so they can tell me that I'm incompetent at dental care, and then Scrogg & I are going to the State Fair to see the people-circus & eat caramel apples (Schmeeds will partake in funnel cake). I've never been to the State Fair. I have also never been to the Albuquerque Zoo.
This weekend was something else, I tell you what. Joe & I braved the new world alone downtown, in which not only did I talk to a homeless man about his straying Rotweiler, I was also called Nicole Kidman by a bunch of drunken New Zealanders. Joe's friends were trying to lose some drrrty boys, I ordered a Framboise Lambic, and the line for the men's bathroom extended down the hall & no one was in the women's bathroom. What an odd, odd night. Yesterday, we made an assload of fajitas (chicken & steak) and mes parents came down for din-din a la Cobb, Scrogg, G-loc, and Joe. Right before I got all kinds of wonky excited about cutting up bell peppers, I discovered A DISGUSTING TEQUILA WORM LIVING IN MY BELL PEPPER. It was kinda curled up, staring at me through its crook-eye. So, now that I've blocked that out - we had a good time, although I was wicked tired. Scrogg left & when he returned, it was midnight & I was nestled all snug in my bed. (Which leads us up to today - breaking of alarm clocks, running into G-loc's car, recap of weekend).
I want a hot dog.