and there was a really funny character in the second act

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.