What can really happen in a month and a half, anyway?

I still can't decide what's been more embarrassing: having a couple of black kids almost whiz their pants on the bus when they saw what I happened to be listening to on my ipod, or trying to apply chapstick from a tampon applicator, several times, in public.

This weekend I sweet-talked my sister into coming down for one last night of debauchery at the Crowne Plaza Bloomington/Majors. I thought I was so sober until I woke up and realized I didn't remember going to sleep. I also didn't know if my contacts were out. Oh! In the last month and a half, I also got contacts again. They go well with the 40 pounds I've put on in the past year. This time, Majors sucked the keys out of my purse rather than my cell phone. I can't wait to find out the replacement fees for those bad boys.

The highlights of the weekend were being stalked and subsequently forced to take the hotel shuttle to the bar and also coming back from the bar with $26 more than I went with AND! not having to do a single thing for a dollar of it. If my sister didn't have sex with that guy, she really should have.

Also, I've been applying for jobs in Duluth. I'm ready. It's time. If I stay at "my" hotel much longer, I fear I will either kill a sales manager or rape an accountant. I'm going to miss some of those SOBs.

More soon.