Although Bob's guest-blogger announcement on Friday likely had you loyal readers in rapt anticipation throughout the weekend (yeahright), I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't have the opportunity to come out myself at the end of my first rawyouth post ever. With the surprise out of the way, however, I can get right to the business at hand -- posting half-naked pictures of your usual host in slutty makeup, followed by lots and lots of online quiz results.
just kidding.
I was watching the L Word last night and one scene from the show perfectly captured my weekend. If you enjoy that addictive bit of lesbian drama, you know that Alice, the cute bisexual one of the bunch, keeps a big whiteboard in her living room to graphically depict the so-called "Six Degrees of Any Lesbian." It's basically a big web of names that she constantly updates with lines connecting individuals to one another "...through love, through loneliness, through one tiny lamentable lapse in judgment." From a distance it reminds me of a star chart, a map of the galaxies in our universe.
In my universe, which awkwardly seems to consist of no more than three degrees, last Friday was the Big Crunch. Five friends from my various past-lives around the midwest (two of whom are former boyfriends of mine) carpooled south and converged on my new apartment for a weekend for fun and frolic. Sounds lovely, huh? Now, it's not as though these people haven't met each other before, but it still made me nervous to think that they would all be here at once. You see, I really don't like to think of the web, and I certainly wouldn't hang it up in my den. I do enjoy mixing my old friends with the new ones, though, just to see the results. Somehow, things always go smoothly. And by "somehow," I mean, "With a little alcohol." [Except that one time when Bob and I unexpectedly ran into this guy Justin who was part of a threesome with me 550 miles away, but we were at a high school and there was no alcohol in sight.]
Now that my friends are all back at their respective homes, I have decided that the most miraculous thing about the weekend was not that we all had fun together, but that we actually found ways to entertain ourselves for three days in this god-awful state.
