Writing a Post with a Point Is for Nerds

I am boycotting Daylight Savings Time and this country's incessant need to get me to "spring forward": I'm rewinding all the way back to the weekend. It's 2007. Get over it, my pretties.

Cleaning my bathroom for the second time in one week was the first tip off that a big weekend was ahead.

The fact that I had stocked the house with beers and wines and more beers and had resolved NOT to drink them until the company arrived was the other sign. Alcohol doesn't live very long in our house.

JennyJenny8675309 will attest to that--the basement "beer fridge" is chiefly my domain, just as it's understood that the ice cream freezer is hers. It usally takes nothing short of a royal visit or paralysis to keep me from dipping into a stash.

So, why all the fuss, you might ask? Or you might not. You'll get the answer either way: My lovely Adelka Ann and Justin P. were in town for a visit from Connect-i-cut.

Justin P. is a wicked talented sculptor and is having a show at one of our friends' houses, which just happens to be a castle. There's been some debate over at a blog that a friend of mine keeps, but it is, in fact, a castle as determined by the architecture and defensive strategy that went into building it.

Whatever. That's boring.

Suffice to say we had an vunderful time. Adelka Ann's mojitos made me believe that unicorns were real.



So, hey, all of this good news and you may be asking, "Why the slightly manic 'Behind' post the other day, 123Valerie?" Again, even if you're not asking, here it comes: dunno.

Hormones. El Nino. Too much dairy. I'm feeling a schwee bit anxious these days. I've got a birthday coming up (Aries in the da house, biznatches!) which is always good for some serious over analyzing. In true 123Valerie fashion, there are a lot of things I want to do, but I'm not doing any of them. (Some say a fear of success holds me back. Others say I'm lazy. I'm just to0 scared and too comfortable on the couch to look into it.)

I did, however, get off the couch this weekend for a game of Corn Hole with Megan Jane, Har Har Harwell and another friend of ours. If you're not familiar, Corn Hole is essentially a backyard bean bag toss mixed with beer and unhealthy doses of competitiveness.

Megan Jane introduced us to the game, which hails from Cincinnati, Ohio, a town also known for its chili. As per usual, we managed to mangle this innocent backyard sport into something so far outside of its usual scope that our war cry became, "Throw some beans on that bitch," in honor of our new favorite rap game, Rich Boy. Did I mention that we are so, so white?

So, where does all of this leave us? Well, I don't know about you, but I've got to put away some laundry. And write You'd Never Guess a thank you note for sending me an early birthday gift in the form of photos of her body art, which may or may not be slightly naked. Or they may be. Life is good.

I've been so busy yapping about myself, I forgot to ask how you were. In the Comments section, tell me how you're doing.