So last night I went out with Jen and Sarah, at last. Because Jen and I actually live in the same state, we see each other approximately once a year, but since she is moving in like five minutes she deigned to see me before fleeing across the country.

Because I was reading all of Sarah's journal, I whined and hinted until Jen suggested that the three of us get together, and we went to Vynl, because I am unshakably a creature of habit, even though Jen complained that it is in the boonies.

In her deranged mind, perhaps, because only an insane lunatic would consider Hell's Kitchen to be the boonies, it's midtown! TriBeCa, that's the boonies! Washington Heights! Twelve blocks from the Port Authority does not the boonies make.

Anyway, we all met there, and had lots of fun. Sarah was really great, though I think I startled her by regurgitating her journal at her. "So, how are those hives? Weren't you the one that gave the bottle of tequila to the garbagemen? I like your new kitchen!" like the stalker that I totally am.

When I read a new journal, it's like I get a crush on the journaller, and I just remember everything. Fortunately, once I am reading them on a regular basis rather than inhaling two or three years worth of back entries all at once, I'm not so scary. I'm all about the new love, baby, I need a little strange every so often.

The tricky bit is when I read more than one new journal at once, which is nearly always, and which means that I get them mixed up forever, no matter how different they are, and in this case I was reading Weetabix at the same time as Sarah, and they are incredibly alike, which was no help.

They are about the same age, they are both married, they both talk about poop and farts alot, they are practically twins! Okay, maybe that's going a little far, but if you like one, you are certain to like the other. My only problem with Weetabix was that the text of her entries goes in a thin ribbon down the right side of the page, which means that when you print them out like I do, each entry is about nine pages long.

But that's the kind of thing that will really only affect me.

Anyway, we had a blast. We are all three very loud and silly, and must have been quite a trial to the other diners, not to mention our waiter, whom we nicely tortured (when Jen whispered to me, " Do you think he's gay?" I about spat my Coke in her eye--at least I'm not the only one who does call-backs from journal entries!), but tipped well to make up for it. Even if they were out of lemon cake and deserved only scorn.

In this entry, Sarah says that I said that I looked at her links page to see who she reads, but either she remembers it wrong or she doesn't want to make me out to be the raging egomaniac that everyone on the planet earth knows perfectly well that I am, but what I really said was, "And I looked at your links page to see if I was on it, and I'm not!!" Of course, she hates me and wishes that I am dead, so she didn't link me from that entry about linkage.

Don't think I don't know!

Lenten entries missed:

Erin talked about being a packrat, being Irish, celebrated her first journalversary and had all vacation in a day.

Today's horoscope:
Take a good look at everyone's responsibilities and rewards around the home scene. Reassigning some tasks can avoid resentment.

One year ago today:
She looks like she might have a switchblade hidden in her hair.

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