Last night, I had a dream about my sister’s co-worker, who I have never met. I was in the back seat of his car, he was driving and there was a girl in the passenger seat. He said something to her in Spanish which translated to, “I like the movie Inreconcilable Differences”. Let’s go.”

The weird things:
1. I don’t know this guy
2. I don’t know if he speaks Spanish
3. I don’t speak Spanish, but I translated what he said.

This is the third or fourth dream I have had that involved someone speaking a foreign language and me understanding what they were saying. I am going to say that this language thing is more strange than dreaming in vivid color.

Earthquake.

If it hadn’t been for my sister, I would have just brushed it off as my neighbor falling down upstairs or something. Although that wouldn’t explain the 5 second shaking of the couch.

I have to say, it was freakin’ creepy. Apparently I live on a fault line. Oh my!

While I was visiting my sister this weekend, I met a boy…at a bar… who is a friend of a friend. In any case, he was a very sweet guy. Not sure if he is my type, but after two nights of hanging out you can’t really determine that. What I have determined though is that I have this attraction to men who live a signficant distrance away. Could this be a committment phobia? Maybe, but I am enjoying being single.

The most memorable thing he said to me this weekend was, “What color lipstick are you wearing, it is incredible?” To which I replied, “um Sunburnt.” – as I was riding the entire way to my sister’s house with the top down in my car. He then proceeded to ask me who made that color. “Um, the sun?”

Overall I must say that it was a very nice relaxing and thoroughly entertaining weekend. Of course the entertaining part isn’t much of a surprise because according to Porter us sisters are nothing but trouble. (I think I am the majority leader in that circus ring, but my sister does add her share.)

So, thanks Porter and Michie for a wonderfully spontaneous and relaxing weekend.

oh, and I got to experience my second earthquake since being in California. 3.0 – a baby quake. I am fascinated by earthquakes and for some strange reason not at all scared of them.

Not that is was the highlight of my weekend, but I had a total stranger stick a Q-tip up my nose and say, “I even got this little boogie out for you.” Then, I am assuming out of her sheer generous nature, she held it up for me to see. Unofrtunately I had thrown my head back and turned away out of embarrassment.

But truth be told, the most embarrassing part for me might have been the night before. The night when I lost my nose ring.

Sometimes when I drink, I start getting over-emotional. I am not even talking aobut heavy drinking. This is after two or three cocktails over the course of two or three hours. I start thinking about things like, what is it that I really want? How did I end up here? Is this still making me happy? Did I make the right decisions? This kind of htinking usually reduces me to hysterical tears. Embarrassing hysterical tears.

This isn’t generally terrible because I usually go out for drinks with friends, or we are in the confines of our home. Except, this time, I was out with two people I know very well (Sheesha and Porter), one vaguely close friend, and three strangers. But I guess really – none of this is important, except that the strangers were what made the hysteria embarrassing.

The important part is that during the tear-fest, I blew out my nose ring. And that my friends, is how you get a stranger picking boogers out of your nose with a Q-tip.
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I have a lot of crap to do today, including grading 45 lab reports (yeah right) and going in for a couple of hours at my part time job. I have this overwhelming urge to shop even though I don’t have any money. I guess grocery shopping will have to satisfy the desire. =(

But all of the Memorial Day sales… they are calling like sirens!

is now three… and a half. Lil’ Electromonkey moved on in yesterday. My office now sports a dresser and a dog bed. We had our uber-mattress delivered yesterday afternoon so Lil’ Electromonkey got his own bed. Really his arrival was uneventful and smooth. I forgot how much I liked him before he started dating the Elitist.

In other news, Winemonkey and I got a new bed. It is a tempurpedic. And I LOVE it! I am not sure about Winemonkey. But there is something so wonderful about a bed that will just form to your sleeping body so that when you wake up in the morning you can jump out of bed and see your fading sillouette for ~ 20 seconds.

Heaven.

Houseguests are going to fight over who gets to sleep in there… granted of course, that Winemonkey and I are willing to forfeit our bed.