A Dramatic Weekend
Bro was sick this weekend. Started Friday and is still continuing. He was so out of it that he offered me twenty bucks to go get his girlfriend, ASA, from a neighboring suburb. No problem, I tell him I'm going for drinks with some friends then I'll go get her and bring her back to our place. Rather unfortunate for me as the next place for me to hit was a pub about five minutes from ASA's but being a nice sister I agree.
About ten minutes after I get to the first meeting place, ASA calls me freaking out. She tells me she is just going to take the bus to my place because (and I misunderstood this due to her accent), Bro has a fever of 107. She says she's going to take him to the hospital. How she was planning I'm not quite sure. So I call my mom (while my rational thought is kicking in to the thought that he would have been far far more out of it and not be able to tell me anything if his fever was really 107) telling her to go see him. She tells me his fever is actually 102.7 and that she gave him Advil to bring it down. So I head back in to finish my drink and pay my bill. Call ASA to tell her I'm on my way. Call Bro, who at this point sounds far far more with it than the hour before. He tells me he's fine. My response, "Well tell her that!". I pick up ASA and try to convince her all the way home that he's fine. So I drop her off and leave. When I get back later, I go out for a smoke with ASA. She's still freaked but at least not to the point of hospital. She says they're going to the doctor tomorrow. So the next day comes and apparently the walk-in clinic diagnosed an ulcer. Umm, not a doctor but seeing several problems with this. First of all tests need to be done to confirm the presence of the helicobactor pylori bacteria is present. Second of all ulcers generally don't cause fevers and aches and pains. The kid has a flu for the love of God! So tonight ASA comes over and yells at him (a small part of me loves when she yells at him simply due to the accent) that he will eat what she feeds him and drink what she gives him. Dude just ate and threw up dinner and his lunch before that. Oh I hear them leaving. It was a damn interesting fight. He's a bitch to argue with to begin with, don't try it when he's sick. You might as well be beating your head against a brick wall!

Name Changes... Seeming To Be a Necessity
Hmm I think I need a name change here. It seems that ASA well she's not so anti-social. I know this now because she talked and talked and talked to me for about 4 to 4.5 hours last night. Constant! Then Bro wanted her to go to a party with him. Well ASA didn't know anyone and wanted me to go. By this point I was already snuggled deep into pjs, bed, and an old (but a fave) Nora Roberts book. Hmm I'm gonna say no. As ASA is using my straightener (alright so she used it to curl my hair... and make me look freakishly like a doll), my brush, my hairspray (I think I need to buy more.... I swear the last quarter of the can ended up in our hair and my bathroom last night), and my make up. How I don't know considering she wanted to cover a zit and I am about a zillion shades whiter than she is. Anyways my whole point is that I need a new name for her. Any suggestions? Something to ponder in the coming days

Greetings From Sunny San Diego!
Yes my fine and fellow readers, I have escaped the cold miserable rain of Metro to head south! I'm currently drinking a lukewarm cup of Wolfgang Puck coffee (considering it is Wolfgang Puck I was expecting considerably more. I'm actually rather disappointed), in the Jimmy Carter presidential suite at the Omni, alternately looking at a beautiful view of the Harbour and Babe Ruth's original contract. The best feature (after having Craig Long, the sales manager take us on a tour) is the bridge that goes over 6th (I think) St right into Petco Park (where the Padres play). So disappointed that there was no game on. If I walk to the very end of the hall on our floor I can see the entire infield and everything. The only downside is the fact that you can't really smoke here (ah joining the realms of a smoke free world... difficult for someone like me). You can, however, smoke on the bridge way to Petco Park. That was fine during the day but late last night and early this morning. Ah I smoked on my terrace (sorry Craig). Unfortunately I can't find a rock station in San Diego so I have settled on country. I do have a nice rock medley on my Ipod but I can't get the bloody dock to work.

Ma and I decided to head to the mall last night for some quick food court dinner and shopping. She wanted to take a cab but there is a LRT station right beside our hotel so I suggested we take the train. The train was like stepping into the seventies. Lol. We had to switch trains twice (so we rode all three lines at least part way). While shopping Ma found this strange jacket/top/necklace all in one combo thing. It was really weird but we figured it might look better on. So with armloads full we trooped into the fitting room. The result- my Randy Jackson impersonation. "Yo Dawg! It was just alright for me man!" This had all of the loud obnoxious people staring at me and Ma and I cracking up. There was some crazy woman that followed us on to the train and continued to follow all the way to our stop. By the time we were a couple stops away I was really creeped out by her. Ma loudly proclaims that the next stop is ours as I'm hissing at her to shut up.

On to other news (from home), ASA not so anti-social, she's actually very nice. I think the guys and I just shell-shocked her that first night.

A is not leaving! Dingus offered both of us raises and it was enough to get her to stay! Yay!

Poor EZ bought a new car about three weeks ago. She calls me on Tuesday asking if I have the number for a friend's ex-fiance who happens to be a tow truck driver. N knows the people who sold her the car (at a used car lot ~shudders~) so Wednesday he goes storming in there giving them shit and telling them that they better take care of her and fix it up. Ah N we love that you know all sorts of people in the auto industry.

Miss M had a birthday (well actually today but we had a party for her last weekend). It was very pink (again ~shudders~) too much for me. But it went well. We had a giant dinner (courtesy of CC and Mama L), champagne toasts and Chi made us play pin the butterfly on the Pooh poster or something of the sort. So Happy Birthday Miss M! We love you!

Seeings how I'm in SD that means plenty of ridiculous habits to observe. Must get to work!

Long Weekends Continued... Seawall, Birthday and of Course More Rockband
Seawall was good. Long. Hyper-extended my left knee. It was a painful weekend. Still can't really straighten it so I do this weird looking hop/ limp thing when I walk. Ah c'est la vie. Figured that there would be lots to see. Ha the biggest was the blow out CC and Chi had in the middle of the street. J was waiting for a "bitch please". My personal fave was CC (a preschool teacher and gymnastics coach) saying to Chi, "Chi why are you angry?" In that perfect you-are-being-unreasonable-calm-your-ass-down. I don't think I've ever seen Chi so angry at that point (I thought she was going to hit her).
Next day was my birthday... oh so exciting. My bathroom is now clean, my sheets are washed and I can now see my desk and floor. Yeah. Met the players for dinner then off to the comedy club. It was funny but unfortunatly I had seen the headliner before and well the act didn't change. Apres comedy we went back to my place for (haha more comedy) drunk Rockband. Lol, my brother and gf Anna came home around 3. We were of course hammered by this point as were they. Anna decided (in her usual anti-social way to head to bed). My bro bonded with the other brothers (smoking the hookah baby) while us girls kept rocking. The cap of the night right at the end of the night (4 am) was bro and I drunkly singing Dani California. Yeah.
Now we are off too pick up Anti-social Anna to head to family dinner. Lol poor ASA. My grandma and aunts (well and most of my uncles) will tear her apart. Ah she's Russian she should know how to hold her own.