There are some leftovers that I need to throw out there from the last post.

More about the night of dancing and pseudo-debauchery:

1.) Our host for the night (he deejays for the new club and we're close personal friends with his wife) swaggered out with the three of us on his arms yelling about going home with his "hot Asian bitches." It took me a moment to realize he was talking about us because between me, his wife, and the SSLP we embody all the characteristics in this world that are NOT Asian. He was pretty drunk and it was pretty hilarious, even when we were walking behind actual Asians. Plus, you'd just have to know this deejay to understand how much he is not a pimp.

2.) I happen to be the owner of the camera that took all the blackmail pictures. RELENTLESSLY CAUTIOUS.

More about dating:

I talked about how I don't know how to date "the right, fun way," so I guess I should add here my definition of the right, fun way: flitting lightheartedly from person to person, taking nothing at all seriously and not getting attached in any profound way to the potentials while doing so. Like a queen bee and her drones sort of deal. I either hang out, or I'm a girlfriend. I'm not so good at the in-between, I guess. As well, I don't have the energy or the attention span to date more than one person at a time - too visually confusing, and I know I'd mix up names and call them all the name of the one I was most interested in. Pretty sure that's breaking at least two rules regarding masculine pride.

More about Death Proof:

Foot fetishes and lap dances, my friends. Not to mention the best turnabout I've seen on film in years. It will be mine - oh yes.

Had a girls' night with the SSLP last night, and we actually got away from our houses and walked around in society like grown people! We ended up shopping a wee bit, which is totally out of character for us. But we preceded the dread shopping with a curbside beer and chocolate eclair. The beer liquored us up and got us all relaxed for the event, and the eclair gave us a realistic size gauge. More for me than for her - she possesses this thing called "self-discipline." She also has one of those fellas around to keep her woman parts satisfied and doesn't rely on sweets to replace that satisfaction because she's a stronger person than I am in that regard. SELF-DISCIPLINE.

Anyhoosies, in honor of the triple-digit temperatures that are settling in, the word of the day is SUNDRESS. The other word of the day is TUBETOP.

Then, after our three-hour tour, we went home with some choice Messican food and watched Pineapple Express.

This was my second try at Pineapple - the first effort failed due to some bedtime distractions. The parts I remembered (albeit out of context) were unsavory so I didn't feel compelled to watch it again. However, the SSLP was not amenable to that because she has a married-woman-love-jones for James Franco.

I have to say I'm glad that she's one of the chosen people who get to tell me what to do, because I laughed my little bubble butt off. Everything was so funny and off-key and unexpected. The men, all of them, were soooo lovably gay. And I mean that they were all indescribably feminine in the way they talked and related to each other, even the villains of the piece (the interesting ones - the assassins hunting down the two main characters). And I liked that they all fought the way peace-loving stoners would when confronted for the first time with life-or-death choices - meaning, they fought really badly. When they won fights it was purely accidental. I think my favorite part was when Seth Rogen threatened Danny McBride with a cactus to get him to spill everything he knew. HYSterical. Oddly, though, a disappointing and unfunny gag reel.

But who cares about gag reels when James Franco is blazin' hot?