I went out with my sister on Saturday. Actually. I made plans to go out with Mira on Saturday, and then I sat on my sister with my knees on her arms and dripped prickly pear mucus into her mouth until she agreed to meet me. And she did.
My sister is neurotic, which makes her just medium fun on a day-to-day basis. When she goes out, which isn't really all that often, the alcohol releases some kind of Charisma Juice into her brain, and before you know it she's casting lesbian bikers in her latest choreographed dance.
On Saturday she decided that what we all needed, absolutely-for-sure, was a series of photos which she called "Double Chin Plus Cleavage for Maximum Skin Folds." I've put together a photo set of the whole evening, which also includes some pictures of us looking like the bar hags that we apparently are. Enjoy yourself:
I feel like it's also worth mentioning that we ate garbage pizza.
BlogHer '09 is going to be Chicago, and I've never been to Chicago, so for now I'll maintain my optimism and say: