What an odd week. Here

What an odd week. Here are some highlights (no pun intended)…

I had a very Sliding Doors moment on Friday. I went shopping, bought some Jim Beam and hair bleach, came home, drank the former, chopped off six inch chunks of my hair with kitchen scissors, and covered what was left of it with the latter. The end result looked vaguely like Leeloo from The 5th Element, and I was so happy with it that I decided not to re-dye it after all.

Saturday, Nate the Great and I had a piercing party at Laughing Buddha. He got his conch pierced, because he wants to be like me, and I got my tragus pierced (finally) because I’ve been drooling over Sarah’s tragus piercing for, like, years. And, for the record, here are words you don’t want to hear: “Wow, you’ve got a tough little tragus there. I’m going to have to ask you to breathe in again.” Of course, the whole thing was very nearly painless, and Robert did an excellent job. (I lost Amber, my piercer-friend at Patrick Bear, so I need to transfer my loyalties to someone new.) Plus, Nate looks SUPER-TOUGH now.

Then, we went and saw Bill Maher at the Paramount, and I have to say that Dan Savage is the funniest man alive. My other new observation is that Tiramisu ice cream is a good thing. Mmmm.

Then, to top off my weird week, I wake up at ten forty-seven last night to the sound of my phone ringing. I’d gone to bed earlier than usual, so I wasn’t too worried about it … until the machine picked up and I started hearing this frantic … laughing? crying? There was some talking, and more gales of … laughter? At one point, I said to Bill “Oh my god, it’s Sarah Rosenzweig” because ain’t nobody laughs like Sarah. I got up to play the message, and just about laughed my butt off. I said to Bill “Yup, it’s Sarah, and she’s trashed.” I called her right away, and she and a couple of friends were VERY drunk, and she refused when I offered to play the message for her. By the way, Sarah … the offer still stands. Bill has expressly FORBIDDEN me from erasing the message, since it’s the funniest damn thing we’ve ever heard. Keep that in mind when you get rich and famous - we have blackmail material. Muahaha! In any case, I felt honored that her cell phone had spontaneously called us. I wish it would do that more often.

By the way - in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s a LINK-CRAZY DAY! Make sure to click on them all, because I put a lot of work into them, and I did it all for your personal enjoyment.