Last night we went to dinner with my sister, her best friend, and a guy friend of theirs. We ate at our favorite resturaunt (not our favorite diner, which is a different place) and had a ball. We laughed and talked and stared at the people on the other side of the window. After dinner we stopped at the grocery store and got cheesecake.

Of course, there was a scene there too. Mooch’s friend needed to use the bathroom, but doesn’t like public restrooms. She made a formal announcement that she was going and then was back right away. No TP. So my sister goes into the men’s room and comes out with a huge wad of TP. Meanwhile we have already left the aisle and are trying to pretend we don’t know her. She chased us yelling, “I got you toilet paper!” We were laughing again in the nearly empty grocery store when this older woman in a wheelchair comes up past us and says “You just keep laughing. I wish my friends would laugh with me about stuff.” It was crazy.

We popped in Monty Python and the Holy Grail while we ate. My sister kept saying (how had she not seen this movie yet?) “I don’t get it. Why is it funny? Why are you laughing? This is not funny.” I fell asleep during the movie, and woke up kind of hazy at the end.

This morning we went to WW to weigh in (not so good, last week was -9.2 and today way -6.6). We headed south to Best Lady’s parents’ house for scrapbooking. I spent the day playing with her new kitty and watching T play Lego Star Wars. I got some work done, but not enough. I still have to journal and do three more pages before this album is finished.

Now we are getting ready to go to Small Town to hear my friend’s band play. He is the husband of a friend from work and we missed the last show due to snow. Mooch is going with us, but I think it won’t be a very late night. Although how “not late” can an evening that starts at 9 pm be?