no photographer.

weekend was way fun. i'd now like to detail this weekend fully. in all actuality, i will probably begin to tell the tale of this weekend in full detail and end up pretty vaguely telling what went down.

friday. packed and off to jessie's. gretchen was cheating on me with keeumm. so mapquest took me on a wild goose chase, what else is new. jelj greeted me at the door with her bright shining face that makes my insides glow.

i got the quick re-tour of her humble abode, and met her cool tall athletic sister kaki and her nice taller prince brother jay. he was almost as tall as their ceiling. almost.

we started cooking a pizza. pizza takes 19 minutes to bake. time to leave for the empire in 20 minutes. climactic situation resolved by jelj eating sushi.

then i met george. george is also tall. thank goodness for 8 year old hannah.

i admired jessie's sock arrangement. time to leave.

george and i bonded on the way to the empire. fast friends.

jenny had our tickets in hand at the door. i think they were holding for us. oops. blame the pizza. squeezed in to witness the magic that was the full plate collection. many laughs at the expense of laine satterfield. saw meg and holly timberline at intermission. i like them both.

finished full plate. got the tour of the light booth. saw the blue golf ball contraption that jessie was once intrigued by. admired the framed picture of cooper timberline on the wall. then admired the picture of tom mcgranahan on the wall. i am a fan of both of these human beings.

cal arrived to pick us up. i love cal. back to the jennisons. we made a second pizza. watched erin & tony the musical and reminisced on how bad we used to be. then questioned whether we've truly gotten any better since then.

attempted to make brownies. jessie was a tad off on the measurements. somehow there was an abundance of vegetable oil. this problem was solved by meg and i spooning it off in small quantites in order to not waste any batter. success was minor. it was an unspoken decision to not bake the brownies. but we are good people. and good people do not waste ghirardelli brownie batter. so we ate it.

1am. ideal time to jump on the trampoline. unfortunately, jessie's home alarm system did not agree. it woke up cal. and we were foiled.

relocation: jessie's room. it began with a simple request to take a picture. it turned into something much bigger than that, bigger than us.

first picture. chairs. boring. the bathrooms bright and appealing colors called to us. the jacuzzi tub seemed like the place to be. we were right.

three people. no willing photographer. problem.

eureka. we built a tower consisting of dictionaries, a tissue box and a cup. it was magnificent. camera only attempted suicide once. many works of art were created during this time. much back pain was to follow. yes, we did get creative. yes, george, we were fully clothed.

we squeezed all of the photo shoot potential out of the bathroom. but all of the potential wasnt squeezed out of us just yet.

relocation number two : the closet. mirror pic fail. but wait, all mirror pics are fails.

it was established that my eyes made me look asian. i began to massage my eyelids hoping that would help them open wider for pictures. never has, never will. luckily the self timer was on two seconds instead of ten and it was captured on film. this caused me to roll on the floor with hysterics. also captured on film.

peeking out through jessie's clothes was our next creative rendezvous. in order to do this, we had to sit on her closet shelf. it was scary. and worth it.

they dressed up like jessie's athletic brothers from duke. it was funny.

we finally decided to retire to our beds. at 3:15am. jessie muttered the words 'oh my...' as we drifted off to dreamland. what a glorious evening.

day two of my wonderful weekend to be continued tomorrow since im fairly certain nothing entertaining will happen then.

oh. and i am sixteen and a half today.