Ugh, so exhausted. We went to see Jello Biafra speak at The Charles Theater in Baltimore last night. We ended up getting home at 4 a.m. I’m going to save the description until tomorrow, because I’m too tired to do it justice, but I accomplished my major goals: I shook Jello’s hand, and I got a picture of Dirk and Brent with Jello.
The only reason I came in today was to get my shoes for the wedding tomorrow. I’m taking off early so that I can go shopping for a strapless bra, and I still have to get my bangs cut and figure out what the hell else to do with my hair. I’m shooting for nada else, but I’ve never been in a wedding. There might be a dress code (snigger).
Seriously, I’m very excited about this. We did Katie’s bachelorette party last Saturday night at a sports bar called Brittanys. I ended up getting pretty tipsy for a couple hours, because a friend of hers kept buying us shots. They also had a lovely drink called Sex on the Snow, which didn’t have cranberry juice (which I have a love/hate relationship with, thanks to Katie). However, I had to be back with the car so Dirk could visit his father at the hospital, so my last couple hours at Brittanys was spent sucking down five large glasses of water and peeing to sober up. The funniest part of the evening for me was when Katie’s cousin, Holly, decided not to share my water anymore because of my dodgy lifestyle. Katie and Holly are hilarious when they’re drinking, so it was a good time.
Dirk’s father actually has a decent chance of remission. They ran some tests and found out that the cancer hadn’t spread to his liver, which was the deciding factor in whether they could do chemo on him and expect success, or whether he’d be dead in two months. Aaron finally called his father at the hospital, a week after he was admitted. Loser.
We’re all hoping Dirk’s father responds to treatment as well as the doctors expect.
