"I not a girl. I a lady." ~Jersey

A birthday weekend filled with '80s movies, cake with my face on it, and scary Santa surprises. Who could ask for anything more?

Krista arrived first with presents, a cheery balloon (which was later confiscated by Jersey), and a cake with my mug on it. She opened the box outside to let me see it, and the sun shining straight upon my cake face made it look severely red. I shouted, "Rosacea?!" Um, maybe you had to be there.

Anyway, one of Krista's gifts to me was this awesome blanket from Old Navy. Jealous?

After Kristen arrived, we started dinner for the three of us, my grams, mom, sister, and Jerz. It was delish. We then retired to the living room to watch first Teen Wolf and then Flight of the Navigator. That night, Kristen found a 3-foot Santa waiting inside her darkened bedroom. heh heh heh

The next morning after getting ready for the day, I went back in my own bedroom to find that dirty Santa lying in my bed. Stinking Kristen.

So we left for Eau Claire, stopping for lunch at the Olive Garden. I ordered an alcoholic drink, and I got carded. YES! After that we went to see Stranger Than Fiction. Excellent film. At one point in the plot, we find out that the author decides how she's going to kill her character, played by Will Ferrell. (I'm not giving it away, don't worry.) She says something like, "It's so simple and heart-breaking." Well, she was looking at apples when she said it. And since Will's character was dating a baker, I instantly thought I'd figured it out. I leaned over to whisper to Kristen.
Me: Baked in a pie!
Kristen: What?
Me: That's how he'll die! *pointing at the screen*
Kristen: *looking like I'm crazy* Nooo. That's not... What?
Me: She said it would be simple and heart-breaking! He's dating a baker!
Kristen: No... Are you serious?
Me: Yeah!
(5 minutes later)
Kristen: Baked in a pie?
Me: Or baked in something? Like some kind of poison getting into the pie? Or something else?
Kristen: OH! I thought you meant Will Ferrell was getting baked into a pie!
Me: Oh, Lord.

Krista, unfortunately, had to head back home after that. Kristen and I went shopping at Borders, where my birthday present to myself was Veronica Mars Season 2. Oh, yeah! Meow, Jason Dohring! If you were a little older and not married...I'd finish this sentence properly.

On our way to my aunt's motel, we went through the Taco Bell drive-thru. Kristen ordered.
K: Can I get one beef and cheddar, please? And an order of onion petals.
*long pause*
Drive-thru Guy: Chicken tenders?
K: *growling* BEEF and CHEDDAR!
Drive-thru Guy: Oh! Oh! I'm sorry about that.
K: You oughtta be.*
K: *to me* You know he's gonna mess this up. It's gonna be beef and cheddar wrapped in chicken tenders.
Me: *Homer-like drooling* Heart attack...Mmmm....

*Okay, she didn't really say that at the end. But it's funny to pretend she did. And after watching Teen Witch at the motel and laughing over its lame '80s-ness, our conversations got zanier as the night wore on and sleep eluded us. At one point, Kristen accidentally spit when she said something. Then she yelled, "I sprayed it, AND I sayed it!" We laughed hysterically for like 10 minutes.

Sunday was spent (literally) shopping. I got a lot of Christmas shopping done. I bought myself a ceramic-plated flat iron for my hair, as advised by Metamorphose and Azucar. I love it! It's the first time I've straightened my hair without it looking all frizzy and Cousin It-ish.

After Kristen dropped me off at home, I went upstairs to my room. Somehow, Kristen had managed to sneak creepy Santa into my room again. I called Kristen's house.
Kristen's Mom: Hello?
Me: Hi, it's April. I know Kristen's not home yet, but could you leave a message for me?
KM: Okay.
Me: Please tell her she stinks, and I'll get her back.

Later when Kristen called me back, we laughed about the Santa trick, but then also shuddered about his creepiness.
Me: He's all filthy, too. Like he'd just crawled out of fireplace.
Kristen: *wimpering* Or a grave!

So that's the weekend. Mostly. I guess I forgot to mention the teenage couple making out at Perkins, and me singing, "Statutory!" And that my co-workers at the library also got me a birthday cake. Or that Kristen danced in a crowded parking lot while Krista and I tried to distance ourselves far behind her. What can I say? I had a great weekend with great friends.