this past weekend really was a great one (and gk, they don't say that just to torture you further because you did not come). friend rana was in town visiting her own relatives, and then swung by the south end to spend the rest of the weekend at superette. so, what could have been a stress-filled holiday with parents and the like instead became a very relaxed weekend with good, good friends. as a result, dabney had another one of those prolonged dewy-eyed experiences, where she spent a lot of time gazing fondly at her visitors and thinking to herself, "these really are my friends." this is totally unlike ann, who just slaps them on the ass to show her affection.
rana is one of the most hilarious people that ann and dabney know, and they know a lot of funny people. her specialty is turning the most innocent, everyday phrase into a sexually charged delivery whose implied raunchiness would curl even the toes of howard stern. back in the days when she used to get drunk with them, she would become what ann and dabney lovingly call "beligerently affectionate." she'd be all sloppy and shit, and would lean over and point an accusatory finger at them while saying, "no, you don't understand. i fucking LOVE you. i know you don't love me like i love you, but i want you to know that i would pull my fingernails out for you, that's how much i fucking love you. so fuck you." rana is the *only* person to which it feels absolutely appropriate, nay expected, to send photos of their boobs taken in the bathroom of j.j. foley's via cell phone.
so it was with rana (and ashbloem, although you knew that already) that ann and dabney played darts and poker, went to the mfa and dim sum (joined then by lauren), and to the ashmont grill in dorchester (to get our boston tara fix) this weekend.
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Oh my lovelies-your words leave me crying with laughter and love. What a perfect weekend! Now, more boob pics please...
Aw, no guys. {As long as you forgive me} I love seeing the photos! - even if they fill me with longing {sigh}. Who wouldn't want to ditch their family to hang with you? You guys are HOT. SIZZLIN' HOT in those moostachios. Especially Rana, man. The question is... when can we get all y'all up near my crib for some real NYC Dim Sum? Rana-you have any relatives in this city? Ashbloem? Ann? Dab? You guys all need to stay with me for a NYC adventure. My brother felt so bad after I gave him some "enlightenment", he said he would hook us up with dinner and drinks at any NYC W hotel bar/restaurant. Mm, hmm. You know I need to jump on that - quick.
i just wrote a comment and it disappeared!
but what i said was:
well, if you come to nyc, i would like to meet you for drinks! i'm not talking about dim sum, since you don't actually know me. but drinks i would like.
YES! we would love that. do you have to be friends to have dim sum? is that akin to having dinner on the first date, instead of just meeting for lunch to see how things go?
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