Lorraine Says: Please Interview Me Right Now

 After a little shuffling, we were all finally seated at a round table somewhere in the middle of the restaurant, slightly chilled from the rain, but happy to be out.

"I'm so hungry," I said picking up the menu.

"I thought you wanted junk food," Fetus reminded me, with an appraising eye.

"I did. But if they don't have a mountain of fries here, I guess I'll just have to make do, right?"

The girls laughed at me as a waiter approached our table.

"Hello ladies," he said easily. "My name is Mark. I'll be your server today."

I lifted my eyes from the menu and looked across the table to Vyelit. She smiled and then scrunched her nose and shrugged. A common name, sure, but having a waiter named Mark on the night I'd proclaimed a celebration of the blog hadn't escaped my noticed.

I looked closer at the waiter. He had blonde hair and light eyes. Nothing like him.
He returned my curious gaze with a smile.

"Well, Mark," I sighed. "I'm going to need a drink menu.

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For a second on Thursday, I felt like a bad blog mommy.

(Note: If all you Internet people get to say stuff like "furbaby," I get to say blog mommy once, and you don't get to judge.)

See, somewhere in the back of my head, I had present the fact that the blog's anniversary was coming up. I finally thought to check out the exact date on Thursday for the sake of the post I was writing. It was dated November 2. THIS WEEK.

Memory fail.

I knew that I would have to quickly come up with some sort of plan for a celebratory post, but first thing was first, I sent out text messages to Roxanne and Penny.

Lorraine: The blog turns two on Wednesday! I need a drink to celebrate. :)

Roxanne: I'm dying. I'm on antibiotics so I can't drink. My tonsils are touching.

Penny: I don't get paid until next week. Plus, whatever you and Roxanne had, I think I'm catching.

Well. That was anti-climatic.

I was resigned to spending my Friday night at home, patting myself on the back for a job well done, and hoping that my best friends weren't dying from the plague*. Thankfully, however, Venus, Fetus, and Vyelit decided they were really hungry after our workout. This happens a lot. In fact, it's part of the reason I don't like working out. I mean, I didn't want an extra large bucket of french fries, until I started working out.

Anyways, we all went home, showered, dolled up, and went to negate every second of our workout.

I had a drink that night, to my (almost!) two-year accomplishment, in the presence of people who don't even know this corner of the Internet exists.

By the time we left the restaurant, the world was ending in rain, thanks to a hurricane that was somewhere south of us. The rain did not let up much throughout the weekend, making it nearly impossible to ever venture out of the house. This may or may not have resulted in me playing more hidden object games than any respectable person should ever admit to. #may

I spent Saturday night at Pink's house, curled up in a blanket while she cooked dinner for us.

Somehow that night we ended up eating cheesecake and watching Problem Child 2. Oh, and possibly screaming "I DO NOT HAVE RABIES" a lot. Okay. That was just me.

Sunday, we ended up taking a group grocery shopping trip where we learned that we should probably never go grocery shopping together.

"Would you judge me if I bought this and took it work for lunch," Vyelit called to me, holding up a Mickey Mouse shaped tray that held fruits and veggies.

"Yes," I replied firmly.

"You ask that every time you see it," Venus said.

"I keep hoping you'll change your mind and stop being so judgy."

"Nope," I replied again. "Not a chance."

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So, in the middle of the torrential rain and tornado warnings this weekend, I completely forgot about the coolest thing ever, and that was that I was totally interviewed for a blog!

How did this happen, you ask? Well it went a little something like me saying, "OMG PLEASE INTERVIEW ME RIGHT NOW PLEASE! PICK ME! DON'T MAKE ME CRY!" I mean, it was something like that. 

Please, please go read the interview and tell me how awesome I am it was. 

Interview With Zombie Killah

Go read! 

And thanks again to @Zombiezman for letting me fool him into thinking I was cool enough to answer questions. One step closer to blog of note, right?! RIGHT. (Don't ruin my dreams.)

I hope you all had a great weekend, and survived the wind, rain, snow and Halloween parties. 

*In case you were wondering, neither Penny nor Roxanne actually died.