Our new friend Brad

Friday night was a crazy, party-hopping extravaganza. First Kelly and I got together at 7:30, drove to B "Dash's Market" Kwik and bought some mint chocolate chip ice cream for our toothless friend Marie. Then we went to Marie's house, ate ice cream and gossiped about you. Yes, you.

No, no, just kidding. We ate ice cream and discussed the meaning of life without wisdom teeth and possible debated the hottness of Colin Firth (he's hottttt), but I could be making that up because I don't actually remember what we talked about. The point was, we ate ice cream and it was good. After Marie's we went to Greg Della Posta's party to meet his girlfriend. We forgot the make up a list of important questions to ask (1- are you straight? 2- do you lie a lot? 3- what's the meaning of life?), so we didn't embarass Greg like we wanted to, but ya know, sacrifices have to be made sometimes.

We left Greg's a little late and embarked on the great advenutre to find the 990. We found it and took it all the way to Getzville so we could party at Janet's. There were CYO people there and others. I wasn't technically invited, but Kelly needed a navigator (and I'm a very good one) and I pretend to know some CYO people and Janet has a really cool house and I'm an awesome person and Mrs. Seel said I could go so I went. There was much good food and squashing of people on to the couch.

On the way back from Janet's Kelly and I decided to visit our new friend Brad who is cooler and hotter than all of our guys friends put together (which isn't saying much I guess...I mean, what?) So we drove out to visit him, had a good time, saw the sights and headed home. On the way back we tried to call our guy friends, but they, obviously jealous of our coolness and popularity, were throwing snit fits and refused to answer their phones. So we ditched them, rented "Not Another Teen Movie," got free donuts and went to Kelly's house to have a couch warming party.

Around three, I think, those of the male persuasion began calling Kelly's cell phone. Apparently they "had been grounded," "were fixing the roof," "were fixing the truck" and "were taking pictures around Kenmore," aka were doing something guy-like that we weren't invited to. No matter. We're still waiting for our flowers and chocolates, and until they show up there shall be no forgiveness. Y'all hear?

Today was less fun. My grandfather was admitted to the hospital for pnuemonia- although only after some stupid nurse delivered the wrong diagnosis and perscription and discharged him. Yeah, just love it when the hospital staff try to kill the patients. The good news is that he should be ok soon.

This afternoon I went to a Wellesley tea and talked to grads and perspective students and ate mad good cookies and drank yummy mint tea. That was fun. Then my mom and I visited my grandfather in the hospital. After that we went to dinner at my (fake) Aunt Ellen's house and it was yummilicious. Tomorrow I'm going to Rochester to see my Godmother and have dinner with family friends, so I won't be home till late.