So Tracing and I spent the night at Melissa and Greg's, and then the next morning we all went out to breakfast at this swell place near the station. And I accidentally stole their Sunday funnies. I didn't mean to, guys! I hope you read them first.

After that, we ditched Greg and did some shopping, because you can't do any serious shopping with a man tagging along. We went to this nice outdoor mall like the one in Century City and spent money like it was going out of style. Or at least I did.

I got some art stickers (that's the best I can explain them) and a white gum eraser with a picture of a fly on it at a fancy paper store, that the cashier said was good luck. The fly, not the store. Melissa was shocked, as she says that woman never is nice or talks to anyone, but clearly Melissa is simply not as intrinsically likeable as I am. This is something that she is just going to have to live with.

At Origins, I got my much-needed mint and clarifying shampoos and knot-free conditioner, and managed not to buy anything else, no facial products, no bath stuff, no soap, I am a good, good girl. The salesgirl tried to urge me towards the larger sizes, which really do make sense, as they are much cheaper for the volume, "But," I said, "I don't think I could stand to spend $80 on just two shampoos and a conditioner, no matter how much money I would save in the long run. It would be just too embarrassing."

At Crabtree and Evelyn, I got a lavender soap hedgehog, which does not count as buying the soap that I am not buying, since I never intend to use it as soap. This made it a two hedgehog weekend, since Melissa gave me a little pink one on Saturday! It's really cute, and the fraternal twin of a brown one that I got from one of Melanie's kids a couple of years ago. I keep the whole collection in my cubicle at work, which now brings the big total to nine. I have the most eccentric cubicle in all of Accounting, which is no trick, really.

At a hip jewelry store I got a really nice photograph. They had these really well-put-together pieces, 2x3 photos matted down in 5x7 frames, these lovely little images--I had a hard time choosing, but I ended up getting the picture of the bottles on the windowsill over the one of the lily pads. My only problem with it was that the artist's name is not on it, only his or her initials, and they are handwriting, no less, so it's hard to tell what they are. One is a D, I think.

When I showed it to Melissa and Tracing, they both said, separately, "Your work is as good as this! Why aren't you doing this, you clot!" and of course they are right. I think I will do it, you know? I could look around the Village and find funky little stores and see if anyone wanted to sell my pictures. If I cut a piece of 8x10 paper into 2x3 pieces, I could get twelve photos out of it, the only real expense would be the frames and the mats.

I know I'm the queen of getting great ideas and never following through, and the next time I go to the darkroom I have other things to do, but I'm not going to remember this good idea. I really should do something with this photography, the only people who ever see what I do are my friends.

After the spending spree, Tracing and I went back to the city. It was a really fun weekend! Melissa should have birthdays all the time! You know, except that she'd get old really fast, and I don't think she'd be too into that.

After getting home, I wanted to just go, well, home, but I realized that I had to go up to the hotel that Amy had stayed at.

Not because I was stalking her after the fact or anything, but because she had left me passes to The Elephant Man on Broadway that she had gotten from Rosie. She said in trade, I had to say something nice about Rosie. Okay, I think that whenever Rosie is on other people's shows, she's really funny! How's that? It's even true!

I was afraid that they wouldn't be there, because it had been several days, but they were, and it wasn't two passes, but two passes for two tickets each! And it was Cynthia's birthday! And I hadn't gotten her a single present yet! So thanks, Amy, for making the fact that I blew all of my cash on other people's birthdays and left nothing over for my sister (not really, don't mean to confuse everyone all of a sudden, but she may as well be, I call Fran my brother-in-law all the time) and I wasn't even there for most of her birthday at all and if I don't pull something out of my ass soon, she will totally pay me back on my own personal birthday, which is coming up soon enough.

You have to make a good showing on other people's birthdays when they precede yours by a few months, because that is near enough for them to remember and get you lots of presents when it's your turn! Not that I've thought this out at length or anything. I'm nothing like that calculating. Not me, nope.

Lenten entries missed:

Lucy talked about her dog's issues, was accused of being a very bad travel agent, met with the Journalcon committee, made me a Sim, got screwed by the airlines, talked about swearing, and visited meeeeee.

And then she went on hiatus. For the whole summer. Just because she wants to write a book. That she told me the plot of when she was in New York and it sounds really good, but still. Pooh.

Today's horoscope:
Experiment today in new approaches, new activities and new ways of relating within the family. You can all thrive on a change of pace.

One year ago today:
Apparently, their parents were slitting their throats and dancing around in the blood (who knows what Protestants really get up to?)

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