Of exboyfriends and bridesmaids

My nails are black and I could purr with joy, if I were capable of purring. Instead I shall let my kitten do that for me.

Yesterday's bridesmaid meeting went well in that way that means we didn't manage to accomplish a damn thing other than racking up a small bill each with drinks and food. Anyone know any themes for bridal showers? Any horror stories or even fabulous tales of the best time ever? Ari did not show up, though she did call. However there was drama!

Cass used to go out with the Albino Asshole, who wasn't an albino, but he did turn out to be an ass. Anyway, I was munching on my burger well past the actually being hungry stage, and I looked out the window and saw this couple coming up the sidewalk. I thought he looked familiar, but I was vaguely more interested in figuring out what compells people to dye their hair black and be content with flat black. I'd want glossy, shiny black. And why is it that the girls with the flat black hair always seem to have trying to be hip glasses and matte dark lipstick? Is this a look? A fetish? Or is it some group I see over and over again? The world may never know. Anyway, I tear my gaze away from Flat long enough to realize ohshit, it's AA. Crap! I guess the look flashed across my face because Cass looks to her left just as they're passing by the window and he looks right at her and there's this moment where everyone at the booth just kind of stops eating and talking.

The look on the girl's face was priceless. I suspect it's the traditional look you get when your boyfriend comes face to face with his ex, the one he keeps calling and trying to woo away from her new boyfriend. The look of you have got to be kidding me. Then I got to watch as they were seated not too far away from us. Luckily I was the only one who could see and they couldn't see us. Too bad there were no fun fireworks. I don't particularly care for him, and I tend to think badly of his girlfriends after Cass because her immediate replacement was a total cow. I normally don't say that about other girls, but she's someone I'll make an exception for. Total cow.

Thus concludes yesterday's recap. Oh, and the only interesting parts of the Emmys, I kind of missed. I wanted to see the House skit, but my brain blinked out when I set the tape so I ended up taping the first few minutes of PoTC instead. So I tried to watch the awards live and nyaaaaaargh. Didn't care. Did geek out at the Shannen blip during the Aaron Spelling tribute though. Wha? Shutup.

Oh the humanity

Some people get hyper when they don't sleep. Some people turn into zombies and are pretty much incapable of even pretending to be human. And then some people just watch the colors bleed away until it all seems grey and useless and their thoughts turn all sorts of unfunny. Granted, there are tons of other options, but those are the big three for me. If you wait long enough, sleep deprivation does all of the above to me at different times. Because you can't very well be an unhappy hyperactive spaz zombie... well, not without work anyway.

Two bucks say you can easily guess which stage I'm at right this very second.

I should say that I did attempt sleep, but the moment my head hit the pillow, my brain ran off in a thousand different ways, none of them hellbent on sleep. Unfortunate. Meh. Probably should have gone over to Cassandra's. Instead I watched the last few remaining House episodes from Season 2 that I'd missed. It helped to fill in the blanks, but I have no real desire to go back and rewatch the whole season at this moment in time. So instead I decided to see if I could cram in Just My Luck before anyone else came home. I did, and it was cute though very fluffy and I spent the whole movie wondering why Lindsay Lohan's face was three shades darker than the rest of her. Poor lighting on their end or mine? My vision going down the crapper? Love interest was adorable and probably the single best reason to see the movie.