I can't believe Dress Barn is still in business.

A few weeks ago, my car was broken into. Right outside my house. I love San Francisco just a little bit less. While I am 1 of 5 CDs short on Vince Flynn's "Separation of Power," the thief/thieves chose not to take my "Songs that are Fun" mix CD, or REO Speedwagon's "The Hits." They don't know what they're missing.

Drake came to visit and celebrated her 33rd birthday, all in the same weekend. We had oodles of fun, highlighted by the rental convertible (something good came of the car incident, at least) and endless giggling over the wedding video. Plus we finally watched an X-Files episode I've been saving on TiVo for literally two full years.

My brother has a blog now; it's pretty funny.

And finally, Frank the KJ actually called my cell phone on Friday to invite us to The Mint this weekend. When Frank transmits the Mint signal, all must come running. Or, singing. I danced with the Asian Eugene, and Bryan reprised "Who Can It Be Now." Oh also, a repairman came in and tried to fix the broken monitor. It was all quite surreal.

My massage therapist farted.

Prior to that (thankfully) he said, "Please take a few deep breaths," but I thought he said, "Please lift up your breasts."

Which is exactly why I really prefer a woman masseuse.

Reason #546 that I need a camera phone:

Me: Hi, Sue? Ohmygod I am 92% certain I just saw Courtney Love.

Sue: Wait, where are you?

Me: I'm at Dallas Fort Worth on my layover. I'm walking to my gate and I see this woman -- who looks crazy -- making a scene, throwing her arms around, screaming at people, and she's got bleached-blond hair sticking up in a million directions, and... She's got no shoes on. But I couldn't quite see her face, and I was scared she'd beat me up if I got any closer.

Sue: That's gotta be Courtney! What else?

Me: She has a tattoo, on her ankle. Wait! Look it up on the Internet.

Sue: Like what? More detail.

Me: Like, like, a ring of flowers. An anklet.

[idle chatter]

Sue: Ankle tattoo, confirmed.

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Now, if I actually had a camera phone, could I've gotten away with taking a photo before Ms. Love completely kicked my ass? Or if she saw me, would we become best friends, sharing a Wetzel's Pretzel in the food court before our respective departures? One will never know.

Also, if you were wondering: Tiny, not anorexic-skinny though. Long, light denim skirt, white ruffled short-sleeve shirt. Like I said, no shoes.

I'm also very glad Bryan just installed wireless at Sue and Mike's new house.

I mean, how could you be 16 in 1987 and *not* cry to this?

The beating of my heart is a drum, and it's lost
And it's looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright
I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know
Well, it's nothing 'til I give it to you!

[Emphasis added by blogger]

"Maybe they were drunk," Jess suggested in response to my disappointed review of Friday's Hair Supply show. Admittedly: "Air Supply cover band" is a brilliant idea. In theory. But please -- PLEASE! -- if you are going to cover a song to which I cried 324 times between the years 1985 to 1989 -- don't mess up the words. For the love of god.

Sue and I were thinking we should start a cover band. If all you need is a bunch of wigs and love for karaoke... We're more than ready. Potential problem: The Go-Gos and The Bangles are the most likley all-girls bands from the 80s, and I'm not nuts about either, really. Just personally. Though, if Mandonna can be all-male, I guess we shouldn't draw gender lines. Will continue thinking.

Consensus is that Super Diamond really has the cover/tribute thing mastered.

Also this weekend: A few minutes at Ocean Beach (enough time for a sandy burrito) and a birthday party at Jess's, with indoor mini-golf.