Like An Old Pair of Jeans.

Some weekends are rough—all about ‘big’ parties with outfits and themes, nights out at bars and diners, every five minutes accounted for. While those weekends can be fun—Valeska’s party, the yearly prom, Halloween at Detroit St—it is rare that we have a chill weekend but this was one of them.

It started out with a laid back, BR free, Friday night at Lola’s apartment. Glenda and Cleo joined us as we started a bad film marathon. “Crossroads” and “You Got Served” taught us a lot—that someone thought we would buy Dan Ackroyd as Brittney Spear’s father, that the death of a small child can reunite any two gangs—even dancing ones. And that my future husband is a dancer named Oscar.

We stayed up late, watching videos and making cookies—laughing at Omario’s lyrics and realizing that Little Jon is in every video that Eric Roberts is not. It was good and fun and very sleep over party without being stupid.

Saturday was fun too. After a late start I managed to get home and shower, change my clothes and meet up with Kirby. We filmed a fairy tale in 9 seconds as part of a short film she is working on and it went really well—once my brain woke up. I think I did quite well and Kirby seemed really happy with it. I also filmed an interview for a friend’s birthday surprise, which was really fun. Kirby makes it easy.

Afterwards I met up with Kelly and Lola and we made our way to a party at Dominic and Davis’ for Thomas. It was sad because it was a going away party but everyone seemed to have fun with the 5 cakes (yes—5), drinking mixed cocktails and each other’s company. People were tipsy and funny and comfortable all night long. It was fun, easy and very laid back.

And Sunday was busy—prom invites were made and mailed, helping Kelly pack for her cruise and just pulling plans together for the rest of the week. We went to another party for the new episodes of ‘Family Guy’—drinking games were started and I got a little messed up because I picked the ‘bad’ cup. But it was an early night and a fun night.

I love easy weekends—they seem to fit me well. Like an old pair of jeans.