lyris

My best friend came up a few days ago to take care of me. You can tell she's my best friend because I called her in tears on Monday afternoon and by Tuesday night, she was at my door. She's been taking care of me. Making sure I eat (and have food in my house to eat), making sure my house is clean (and my disgusting fridge!), and that I do my fucking work.

Tonight after reading and writing for a while, we decided that it was time for ice cream. Having none in my house, we decided to take a field trip and made our way up the street to a gas station. While standing in front of the ice cream freezer, a loudish group of 20something men walked in and began talking to us.

"Wanna take a ride in a limo?" one asked.

"Yes," I said. "Do you have one?"

"We do," he replied. "But you have to sign the sheep."

We wandered outside to see this alleged limo and sheep and found a man in a tux, Zig, wating patiently beside a hummer-limo.
"Um, Hi Zig," said my dear girl. "We'd like to sign the sheep."

A man walked round the limo and handed us a small, blowup sheep, in who's ass-hole had been lodged a sharpie. The man, who's name we never did catch, is getting married tomorrow and we wished him luck. The guys (especially the ones that had come in for beer) wanted us to come with to Safari. We didn't want to get stranded (what pansies, I know), so we said thanks, but no. If it had been Union Jack's, I think I would have said yes.

After they all left, we realized that Zig would have taken us home anyway. Damn. Well, it was a really fun ice cream trip regardless.

Also, who gets married on a Friday.

Also, who gets married on St. Patty's day.