Mom: "It was a great mother's day."
Me: "Did you get laid?"
Mom: "38 times."

Japanese final Saturday. You know what I hate? Getting skullfucked. I'd be hard-pressed to argue that this was any better, though. Afterwards people would walk out, go around a corner, and bitch for a few minutes in a group. It... justified us, somehow.

Saw Rasputina Wednesday night with Eddie. Word cannot describe how wonderful it was, but a guy with a wife kept asking me if any of "the clubs" (ie the 90's, the Saloon) were 18+ that night. His knowledge of the situaion tickled me.

Eddie had to leave for California for another week today. He doesn't like these trips and I don't like that he has to go on them. But he'll be back before I leave, so until then I will have to choke back tears.