the northern lights

we were too busy having fun this weekend to drunken blog. i wanted us to post the ransom letter we wrote to our friend, whose name i can't post here for confidentiality reasons. i can't divulge the contents of the letter, but i believe it included the phrase "balls in a jar." as in, testicles.
also, we didn't eat the meat'normous. i conveniently forgot that bassi doesn't eat eggs, and i think eel and i lost heart after our delicious but deadly dinner and brunch combo, which left me about 4 pounds heavier than i was on friday.
however, bassi and i did stop at 3 burger kings on the way to d.c., attempting to obtain a meat'normous display poster as a housewarming gift for eel. i even offered a BK employee ten bucks for one that was just sitting there on the counter, not even on display. it didn't work, though.
on the 7 HOUR ride back, bassi and i decided to make a mix cd of rock songs that feature backup gospel choirs. it's gonna rule.
i'm back home, west wing is on the dvd player, and i cannot stop listening to "kathleen" by josh ritter. i think if anyone ever said to me "all the other girls here are stars, you are the northern lights," i'd swoon.