the other day beth and i put the testimonial booklet together and made the video for the elvis contest i posted about in here a few entries ago. our friends and family had such nice, wonderful things to say, i have no idea how we CAN'T win that thing. we'll have to wait until the end of july to find out, but i can feel it. we're on our way to graceland. next time i update i want to post some of the silly things people had to say about us...but that will have to wait because i have a lot of other things to talk about today.

the day that we mailed off our elvis things, there were several coincidences that i like to think of as signs that we done GOOD. as we drove to the post office, the top 5 at 5 came on the radio and action jackson decided to make it an elvis top 5 because the "'68 comeback special" was being released on dvd that week. it was also being shown at a movie theater in solon on that nite only, so beth and i hurried out there to see it. you may know it as the legendary tv special when elvis wore that black leather outfit. yep. when we got home, we watched the special features on the "bubba ho-tep" dvd that amy got beth for her birthday. which is, of course, the movie about an aging-elvis living in a haunted resthome. if that isn't proof that we're destined for an all-expenses paid trip to rocknroll land, i don't know what is.

speaking of beths birthday...it was on friday and she turned 23. to quote fred, "way to have a birthday." heh. amy and i took her to annabelle's diner in mentor. we have been trying to go there forever, but all the other times it was too crowded and we got too scared and chickened out. it is awesome because it is a real old diner, not like the one they are building by our house. each table has one of those personal jukebox things at it, so we picked fun things to listen to while we ate. i want to live in that little place. then we went to the exploding fuck dolls show partly because it was funny and partly to hang out with billie, who was also there. drunk guys from various bands bothered us all nite, discussing the finer points of the monkees career, trying to buy us drinks, and telling amy she was beautiful. heh. we stayed for a minute of the underwear party that was after the show and said hi to friends, but amy wanted to go home. when she dropped us off at the sugar shack, i said to beth, "let's go back." it was already midnite and i had to work the next morning, but i wasn't giving any fucks. we changed into some see-thru shirts and were out the door. we didn't stay long, but it was nice to hang out with friends for a little.

yesterday i went to meghan's birthday party at lacey's house. i had so much fun and i was laughing so hard i was crying. it was me, paul h., dale, lacey, ezra, meghan, johnny, larry, courtney, and her friend sarah. i didn't even feel shy and weird around everyone, and they were all nice to me. courtney got meghan a cake that said "happy birthday jerk." there was a list of party rules on the wall, to make sure that there was no spilling, no mentioning certain people by names, no name-calling, etc. if you broke any of these rules, you had to face the consequences. first offense: wear the bright pink dunce cap, which had "punch my ass" written on it, among other things. second offense: a time-out sitting alone in the next room, where everyone in the party room would usually forget about you and not tell you to come back for several minutes over your scheduled punishment time. third offense: take off your pants and underwear, and put on the pair of girls panties that had "bad girl" written across the back. needless to say, both johnny and paul had to wear the underwear last nite. the first time paul came out of the bathroom, everyone marveled at how his buttcheeks hung out of the bottom of them. when he turned around to proudly strike a pose and model them, everyone in the room had enough time to scream and notice the fact that his right testicle was hanging out before he even realized that something wasn't quite right. i think everyone else was more traumatized than paul himself, especially courtney, who kept yelling, "a nut! a nut!" when it would accidentally make another appearance. i haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

when lacey went to bed, she asked ezra to bring her some juice. someone said, "some jews?" and that was when sarah announced, "i'm one!" i told her to go get the painting that paul gave meghan for her birthday, which was of a rather sad looking rabbi being interrupted at writing on his scroll. or something. i told sarah to take the painting and go stand by lacey's bed so that she would ask what she was doing, and then she could tell her "you asked for some jews!" all of us downstairs thought this was a brilliant idea, but i guess it wasn't as funny upstairs. maybe no one told lacey that sarah was a jew in the first place. ha.

once most people had left or gone to bed, there was a conversation between me, meghan, ezra and dale about our middle names and what we were named after. ezra claims he used to sign his name as "ray" in grade school, until the teachers called home and asked his parents why their kid insisted on using a different name. he says that he just liked ghostbusters a lot growing up. ha. we decided that 'pizza' would be a great middle name and ezra claimed it for his first child, and meghan kept insisting that all of ezra's future children's names would have paul's last name for some reason. i wish that you were there to know how funny and absurd the conversation actually was, because i'm doing a very poor job of trying to recreate it here.

i love how drunk people will laugh at anything.

we also played a game called "make paul do anything i tell him." well, at least i played the game. paul, take off your pants again! (check) paul, go upstairs and find me some tylenol for my headache! (you bet) paul, go pour me a glass of juice, but make it half grape and half cranberry. more grape though! (totally agreeable, although meghan graciously beat him to it) paul, i haven't tried one of the cookies yet. go get me one! (you know it) i liked that game a lot. then paul complained about how girls always win.

i didn't go to sleep last nite. i got back when dale and paul brought me home at 7:30am and i've been sleeping all day today. i feel really sick because i didn't leave the room when everyone was smoking last nite and now i have all sorts of things wrong with me. i've been carrying my pillow around the house and passing out in just about every available place.

something wonderful happened! i was trying to pass out in my bed when andrew called and said he was stopping by to drop something off. when he presented it to me at the door i about peed my pants, but i hope it is not an omen that we are now destined to FAIL. he explained that he was taking a walk and passed by a garage sale when he saw a VELVET FUCKING ELVIS among the crap. he asked the lady how much and she asked "how much do you wanna give me for it?" and he said two bucks so she agreed. WHAT?!? haha we are the luckiest gals ever, but i still want that damn trip to graceland. ANDREW IS THE ULTIMATE.

sean has been away in texas all week. i hope to see him soon. i wonder if he still likes me, because he has been visiting me for three months now. yowza!

xoxo