If life were a video game rating you on how disgusting you were, then this weekend I'd be triple-scoring. I've been having some sort of internal contest to see how greasy and slick my hair can get without hair products, and am proud to say I no longer need a headband or clip to keep my bangs slicked back. I've eaten a wide and awful variety of food. Today I only left the house for carbs and mimosas, and then spent the rest of the day on the couch, reading this terribly trashy series of books Kris has, about the Uglies and the Pretties. Terrible. Perfect. I've been too lazy even to check the internet. That last sentence is so confusing I can't figure out what to do with my hands when I reread it.

Well, I was quite hungover this morning from Nikhila's bachelorette party last night, so that's a reasonable excuse for some of my inactions. I don't know though, maybe I'm out of practice at dealing with hangovers since I haven't had one since NZ.

Oh man, the party. We learned some sweet burlesque dance moves (we also kept hydrated during the 2 hour dance class with sparkling wine, I bet that has something to do with the hangover) - nipple tassles, boas, cleavage, a cake shaped like a youthful female penis... Next was dinner at Basil Thai - duck curry puffs, spicy noodles, sake sake, eggplant roti, sake. Finally a bit of San Francisco car parking excitement, and then an 80's prom night dance party - some of the girls got crimped, teased, and blushed into shining beauty nightmares. All in all, worth 2 hangovers. Nikhila seems pretty chill compared to tv bridezillas, she's doing a swell job with the marriage preparation. Also, so awesome of her friends to pick a bachelorette activity for her that combined exercise, dressing up, sexiness and chocolate into one event, they know her well.

Tomorrow I might wash my hair, unpack my clothes, and eat some vegetables. And even start yoga.