This was an Adventures of J & S weekend and it was so much fun!

We met up late Saturday night for drinks at Gusoline. They crowd was weird and I definitely got called a bitch for no reason.

I went to the bar for round no.2. Correct me if I’m wrong, I’m pretty sure you’ll allowed to stand anywhere there’s an open space. Some dude tells me if I move down two feet I’ll get service quicker. I say ‘OK, thanks’ and then turn back to the bar. He says something about it again and again I say thanks and don’t move. Then I hear him say ‘box her in.’ I get my drinks turn around and I’m surrounded by people. So I squeeze out the side and one of the dude’s female friends calls me a bitch. Being the adult I am I ignored it and went back to my table.

I just don’t get it. I wasn’t rude to the dude, so what purpose does it serve to say something like that?

Whatever…moving on!

We had a lovely conversation about dogs with a dude I’ve seen around for years and years but have never actually talked to. I always like people with cool dogs, so I think we’re gonna hang out next week.

When we’d had enough of the weird, lame, rude crowd at Gus’s we went to the WAB for last call and saw lots of cute faces there. The WAB has a photobooth, but Jessica and I only had a dollar each, so we took a donation from Scooter and dragged him into the booth with us.

As you can see, his monstrous afro took over. It’s orange – like for real orange, not 200 bucks at the salon orange. More orangey than my hair and totally badass.

On Sunday Jessica and I hauled our asses out of bed for the Royal Oak garage sale. For one weekend every summer, they clear out a parking garage and fill it with tables and tables of awesome junk.

This is us being totally excited for awesome junk.

We shopped around RO for a while and found a nerdy toy store. I got a pair of pill-popping twins and an Oogie Boogie action figure and Jessica got a naked glow-in-the-dark monkey.

At the garage sale we searched tables of jewelry. I have really small wrists and most bangles almost go over my elbow, so I was quite excited when I realized that some hoop earrings would fit. (This totally makes me sound like a baby-armed freak, doesn’t it?) They lady at the booth looked a lot confused and told me ‘Those are earrings!’ as I was attempting to jam a green hoop over my hand, but it worked! They were only $1 and I just had to break the little pointy part off.

After we sifted through boxes of books and bins of wrestling buddies, and I had tried on two gold dresses, we parked our asses at Pronto for dinner.

Then, of course, we needed ice cream. I got twist with sprinkles and Jessica, in honor of the SpongeBob marathon that was on TV all weekend, got what turned out to be SpongeBob’s retarded cousin. (See those bangles on my arm? HOOP EARRINGS!)

The quote of the weekend goes to Jessica: These pants taste really weird.

(On me: shirt from Loehmanns, bag from Lulu’s, sunglasses from Steve Madden. On Jessica: Detroit Tiger’s tank (I think), Betsyville bag, awesome sparkly skull and gun)