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News flash! BJ flew out this morning on a business trip for a few days. Guy Town review will be delayed.

Who cares about Guy Town anyway. Girl Town was F.U.N., mainly because I got to see my little sister more drunk than I've ever seen her in my entire life. OK, that's not saying much considering we both took up drinking only in the last couple of years. Just call us late bloomers.

We spent the day shopping and walking around down town. I saw a lot of tired old men sleeping while their wives were doing Christmas shopping. The younger ones weren't sleeping. Instead, they were lined up along the walls OUTSIDE of the stores. I kept wishing the screaming babies and the strollers that were continually ramming into my shins were outside with the men.

Heads up everyone; when I rule the world, strollers will not be allowed in malls during the Christmas shopping season.

While walking around outside, we saw lots of great religious signs. One in particular caught our eye. One side read, "Stop sinning, or else!!!" Yes, there really were three exclamation points. I guess he was super serious about this. The other side of the sign listed his top five list of sins. It was kind of funny looking though because it looked more like a laundry list. We especially liked the last item on the list; "Free sex". We wondered if anyone would try to take him up on that.

I guess the list of sins made quite an impact on us because shortly after seeing this sign we spent five hours in a pub. FIVE HOURS. That's more than I've spent in any pub all year added together.

I was knocking back Key Lime Pie martini's (my new favorite fru fru drink), and she was having Cosmopolitans (my old favorite fru fru drink). When sis started having Marty Feldman eyes ( it was dark so you'll have to trust me on the crazy eye thing), I decided it was time that we stop with the drinking, and start with the eating. Because, being the older and wiser sister, I know whose job it is to ensure our health and well being.

After we paid the rent on our booth at the pub, we wandered our way back to the hotel. It was between 30 and 35 degrees out and we weren't really dressed for the weather. We were absolutely freezing for the one mile trek back to the hotel. Although cold, we did pause for a moment so we could make a prank call to hubby. I just wanted an opportunity to tell him that we were a couple of drunks standing on a street corner in a bad part of town. He just loves hearing stuff like that.

When all was said and done, we were two very miserable sister's last night. We were cold, we had tummy aches and our heads were spinning. Last time we shared that sort of misery, we were kids with the flu. That's not nearly as much fun.

Thanks sis for a GREAT day. I love you!

BJ and I went to the grocery store last night in preparation for the X-box extravaganza. I wanted to make a shopping list on my PDA (I have a groovy little shopping program.. I *heart* it very much), but he said that wasn't necessary. BJ and I shop very differently. First I must make a menu, then I make the grocery list. Now before you think I'm over-the-edge neurotic, I'll admit that I do stray from the list while I'm at the store. If it's on sale.

BJ, on the other hand, shops like a bachelor. Seeing as he's been a bachelor for the past few years, I understand that some habits die hard. He just likes to go up every aisle and throw things in that look good. So, last night we went shopping bachelor style.

First was the beer aisle. There were just so many choices. Rows and rows of beer.

I saw these cool Barbie plates and tried to sneak them in the basket, but he found them, dammit! I think the guys would have appreciated having something girlie at the X-box extravaganza.

All in all, it was a fairly quick shopping trip. We only had to go down the beer, soda, meat products, cheese, and chips aisle. There was no produce to be found in the shopping cart. Zip. Nada.

And this, my friends, is what
$242.00 of boy groceries looks like:

Like I said in a previous post, I am getting the heck out of Dodge during the testosterone laden X-box extravaganza. Instead, I'm going to go hang out with sis. The day will include shopping (something I really dislike ESPECIALLY during the holiday season), lunch, and dinner, topped off with staying the night in a swanky hotel downtown. I'm pretty sure alcohol will be involved at some point. My sis is a lush. Ha! Just kidding Sis (no really, she is..)

Yippee! A slumber party with my sis! I guarantee you, when the two of us are together for any length of time, much less over a 24 hour period, there will be plenty of stuff to write about. We're trouble makers and have no problem looking like a couple of fools just so we can have a good laugh about it. My camera phone will be in the locked and ready position.

Now, for the guys that read my post. Get your mind out of the gutter. This slumber party will not include pillow fights in babydoll nighties.

...but we might jump on the beds.

Hey, if you have time, go read Jay-B's blog. Tell him I sent you. He's the funniest kid I've run across in a long time. Even funnier than my own.. sigh.

I decided to bump up his status to adoptable after I read this comment. As my grannie would say, "What a NICE boy."

He just got nominated by me for the best new blog award in the BOB awards. Good luck kiddo...

While on the topic, I nominated my favorite blog in the snarky category. ASB is a great read, and I live vicariously through her snarkiness.

Go vote for my pals, will ya?

You saw it here folks. I like geeks, and that's why I like hubby. He's having an X-box party on Saturday, and I don't mean just a couple of guys getting together for a couple of hours to play games. No, this is a 12 hour event involving LOTS of guys, LOTS of X-boxes networked together and LOTS of AV equipment. Oh, and lots of booze for sure. There will be so much testosterone in the house that I will be leaving town for fear of growing chest hair and a beard. Here's a snippet of an email that he sent the guys today:

This is going to be great. FOUR (count ˜em: FOUR!) big screen projectors, six X-boxes, capability for three-team action, air conditioning, wireless remotes, ah, Ah, AGHH!!! (gorilla noises).

Off the AP-Wire: There was a brown-out today in the small town of [Insert our city and state here] when a massive drain on available electrical power was caused by imported gaming, projection, and stereo devices reaching a simultaneous peak during a Halo2 game of team slayer. The frag-fest drew all available power from the small community, except emergency medical support at the local State School facility. Searching for the cause of the power drain,local police accidentally raided the dwelling of the gamers after hearing cries of hey, you killed Kenny, you bastards! and stop shooting me, I'm dead already! The errant cops then stayed on to draw top honors at the next game of Capture The Flag with human-only weapons and all vehicles.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must go have a cold shower.