Typhoon Stephanie roared through OC in green pants, and we met up for dinner and, later, a couple of drinks.
Would you like some breasts with your pitas?
The typical bar pics were taken, of course.
I also got to see some old friends, which was fun. Apparently the new sport at TC is throwing pennies at each other, and down any available cleavage. I was shaking pennies out of my bra when I got home.
And now when I hang out by myself at home on a Friday night, I'll think, "Gee - I could be at TC having change lobbed at my tits!"
Really, more fun was had than it appears in the above pic.
I also made it down to HB tonight, just so Flea and I could say bye once more before she goes. It's not fair, I only get Steph a few weeks a year! But we have New Orleans to look forward to, and that should be a great trip for all involved. It was so nice to see her, and I wish her whole trip out here could have been awesome.
So in the middle of all this fun, I had to move three couches - one huge black pleather, and two little red velvet - from Costa Mesa to here. We also hit up IKEA (yay!) for some pillows and things. Two trips back and forth in my Dad's truck over two days, some creative reorganizing, and a ridiculous amount of lifting, and now my living room is super-cushy. Michael's back and my shoulder are out of sorts. It's worth it, i think.
He looks comfortable, anyway.
Tomorrow, I don't have to do anything. I will be doing things - there's some cleaning to be done, I'll run some dishes and laundry, maybe go get some hedgehog food - but I don't have to do any specific things, or be any place besides wherever I end up. I've been looking forward to this day all week.