Tell Me Who Your Friends Are, and I'll Tell You Who You Are (And How Much I Love Corn Nuts)

This Saturday was Megan Jane's birthday. I am not a very good friend when it comes to birthdays, so I am three days late posting this and I am still making her gift, which should be ready some time in February (2010).

I have known Megan Jane since we were nine, better than 18 years. I'm looking forward to our 20-year friend anniversary like some of you look forward to tater-tot day in the cafeteria. And by "some of you," I mean me so, really, Megan Jane and I will probably be celebrating our two decades of friendship with tater tots. Clazzy.

I think the 30-year anniversary is marked by gifts of corn dogs.

Here is a picture of lovely Megan Jane and some gentleman's very curvy tongue, which I just ran across (the picture, not the tongue. Dernit):

I was just thinking of all my favorite Megan Jane-isms and "Hey, You with the dreads—come with us" always wins out. Oh, Megan Jane, you boxcar child, you.

Oh, wow: A nice segue photo of Me, Adelka Ann and Megan Jane to transition to this weekend's trip to Connect-i-cut, which was a resounding success.

I really spread my wings on this latest trip, my pretties. I tried the Chile Picante Corn Nuts; it's always fun to embrace new cultures.

Kids, say what you want about New Jersey, but that state had the only rest stop to offer fresh cut flowers:

Which is way, way better than what New York had to offer:

So, as is customary when hanging with Adelka Ann and Justin P., there was theatre, good food and dancing.

Except the theater was the most glittery production of Dickens' A Christmas Carol I have ever seen. (I didn't even know they had jazz hands in Dickens' day.)

Oh, and the food was fake (backstage props for A Christmas Carol, which amused me more than they should have, given my 27 years).

Fake. Fake. Fakity Fake meats. Goddman, they can do anything these days, can't they?

Only the dancing was real.

Adelka Ann and "Joe" breaking it down one time.

We mostly just hung at Adelka and Justin's farm. The juxtapositions of art and farming implements always make me smile.

Just four hours after I took this photo, I got waylaid by an ice storm, and I'm not talking Rob Van Winkle, kiddos. I had to extend my stay in good ole Connecticut, which was just fine by me.

But now, after an arduous drive home, I am back in the bosom of Maryland, and while it's always nice to be nestled in someone's breasts, I can't help but look forward to the holiday season, which will bring a friend World Tour of Greenup, KY; Cambridge, Canton and Cleveland, OH; and maybe (just maybe, if I've been a good girl) a stop in Pittsburgh, PA.

'Cause real playas know to hit all of the hotspots.

In the Comments section, tell me where you've been or where you're going.