Is Angie OK?

Last night, I asked Brittany if she could be at the house next Tuesday when the cable guy comes over to hook us up. She said she would and then Angie was in her room and got excited that we would finally have internet. The conversation proceeded to my call with Andy just then (he asked me out and I said yes), which turned into Angie and I getting girly girl about clothes. We're going shopping Friday for my Saturday date.

Tangent: How am I going on a date? How long have I been here? Why is it that wherever I'm not permanently planted I meet guys? Let's not forget the last time Liz got asked out, she didn't realize it and dressed sloppy. We ended up driving around for a while after dinner because he wasn't sure of what to do if and when he ever brought me back to my dorm. Yeah.... no calls from him after that. But then again, I wasn't attracted to him and hence didn't realize it was a date.

Then, Angie and Brittany started talking about pot. I knew Brittany smoked and Angie was talking about how she got way stoned over the weekend (when I was in fab Portland). Brittany looks at us and invited us to her room for a puff. Fine by me. It's been five years, but hey..... if it's offered and I have nowhere else to be right then....

So, Angie's all paranoid because she works at Boeing and they might give her a drug test. I get the munchies. Angie had ginger snaps from Trader Joe's (YUM) and cream cheese frosting. We made little sandwiches. And Brittany is just laughing her head off at Angie. Why? Because she's hysterical when high. She reached into a sandwich bag of apple slices and her hand got kinda stuck. Out comes the song: My hand's in a bag, my bag's in a hand, hand in a bag, bag, bag, hand, etc. Then she wanted a picture taken of her lighting the pipe. Her camera is super cool and we took countless shots of Angie with pipe, smoke, et al. Talk about the polar opposite of being paranoid that your boss might ask for a drug test. And then she was trying to walk down the hallway and was falling all over herself.

Shawn came home then and it got kinda giggly after that. For some reason, Shawn and I were talking about sex and relationships for a while. I could have sworn that he would mumble every now and again "But I like you, Liz." Then again, I was sleepy and munching out... so.... I'm pretty sure that was my big-ego subconscience being overly positive since I had just been asked out.

So raise your glasses and say a toast to Liz: May she be worthy of all cool shit that is happening to her at the moment. And may her ego not get bruised when she realizes that she's just an average girl from San Fran.