Somehow my little kitchen fire now seems extremely insignificant. May we present Exhibit A.

12 more hits to this page today from people looking for the superhot Cingular Wireless triplets. It’s really too bad Shannon doesn’t read my blog; it’d sure help my “dude, they’re totally cute” case.

This weekend has been insane to say the least. Too much happened to write about all of it, so here’s the short-short-edited for content and time version because quite frankly I am beat.

Friday night was blessed, blessed roller-skating at The Skater’s Edge in Appleton. Then the P. Then the sleep.

Saturday was spent in Madison with Steph and Shannon. I’m seriously contemplating eating nothing but stuffed french toast for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of my life. (I can have spaghetti for a couple of meals on the days when I do get bored with the french toast, but I'm almost positive that won't happen.) Had a chance to look through two-eyed Steph’s high school yearbooks and the handmade ones she did in junior high are awesome – to quote movie critics everywhere, they’re a must-see! There was a major disappointment at Marshall’s when I found 2 different pairs of Skechers 4-wheelers for 13 bucks. Both were a half size too small. So no super-good deal on skates for me. Suck. But I did do actual shopping with the girls(I swear to god someday I will be able to shop without agonizing over whether or not I should actually be buying anything), and laughed a ton while bonding with Shannon over horrendous breakup stories. After a few hours of kind of stalling for a while, we went to Cakes and Vett’s breaking up party, which was a ton of crazy fun.

And this one guy overheard that I was from Southern Ca and asked if I was from LA I told him “sorta, I’m from around there”, and he asks if I went out a lot there, because he wanted to know about this one bar that he’d seen in Swingers. And I’m thinking to myself “um, whutever, I haven’t seen the movie yet (I know, I’m horrible) and there’s zillions of bars/nightclubs in LA.”

So he says “have you been to The Dresden”? and I just about died because out of the zillions of bars/nightclubs in LA, I’ve been to maybe 5 or 6. And The Dresden was one of them. If you ever get out that way, go check it out. It’s got this really cool old-school Hollywood feel. And order their specialty drink, the Blood and Sand; it is hands down the tastiest damn cocktail ever. You can find the recipe in bartending books, but according to a friend none of those recipes taste anything like The Dresden’s version. I think the secret ingredient is crack.

The rest of the party was sweet-ass-sweet. Except for the couch full of evil-bitch-girls. But that wasn’t so much bad as it was funny. Got home very late and crashed very hard.

This morning (okay, it was closer to noon) I went to the bgosh outlet, then went back again 20 minutes later to show Jen that her roller-skating tank was on the wall. And while we were there holy crap, I found this. It’s the first thing I worked on that’s now in the store. Not that impressive, really – they gave me purchased art to trace in Illustrator. But it’s there! Woo!

Then Jen and I went on an insanely long bike ride, from her place to Taco Hell on Jackson, through UWO campus, over to Menomonee Park. Took a short break to be crazy on the equipment, ran into a coworker who asked weren’t we too old to be doing that. Then biked back to Jen’s.

Came home and successfully evicted the fish/burnt dishtowel smell from my kitchen. Did some laundree. Did some grocery shopping. Did some slacking in front of the tv. And now doing some writing. And very soon, going to be doing some much-needed sleeping.

And numbers 85 and 86 on the list are Norm Macdonald and the guy who played Berg on 2 Guys A Girl and A Pizza Place.

Hope all your weekends were swell, too. Now go to sleep.