Alex seemed much more normal yesterday, but her friends were just the same. Okay, so I probably shouldn't group both of them together. One only has spurts of annoying behavior. The other one has mastered the art.
Most notably, it seems that the three of them went to the mall yesterday and got new covers for their cell phones. As it turnes out, The Loud One's phone now does not work properly. From 8 p.m. until about 1 a.m., I no fewer than a DOZEN times how she was going back to the mall today to kick the phone guy's ass. At least a DOZEN times, people. And it was just the four of us. The message had been delivered. After about the sixth time, she was preaching to the choir. I'm sure that after they go today, we'll have to hear, "well, I was going to kick his ass, but..."
The second friend almost seems normal. That's probably a front. She suckers you in and gets you to think that she's like you -- if "like you" means not plotting to kill cell phone salesmen. But then, out of the blue, she snaps. Take our trip to the Waffle House, for instance. She ordered unsweet tea. She was given sweet tea. After her first drink, you would have thought she'd drank poison. We had to listen to her yell out a quick "blechk," wave her hands around in the sky, stick her tongue out a few times and then move the glass outside of the booth. On what planet is that acceptable?
Tea is a common problem for that one friend. When we went out Saturday night, she once again ordered unsweet tea. Thank heavens she was given the proper concoction. However, she practically made a scene in telling that server that, no, she didn't need the three pink packets she was trying to give her. She only needed one! No, one! Just one! That's all she needs is one! One will do! One! Argh.
I'm sure that they aren't bad people. Certainly, they aren't as bad as I make them out to be. They probably have many redeeming qualities. Unfortunately, I don't know what they are, so I can't paint a rosy picture for you. I think the reason that they bug me is that they seem to have a negative effect on Alex. They don't make her a better person.
Speaking of Alex, we left her hotel about 1 a.m. to go ride around the city. Instead, we stopped by my apartment and stayed a while. We ended up falling asleep around 4 a.m. She woke me at 5:30 and wanted me to take her back to hotel. The morning air was a bit too crisp. It pushed me a bit too far into the awake side of the conscious scale. That's why I'm sitting here an hour later writing an LJ entry.
I wanted to go to church this morning. But, if I crash now, I'm only looking at a little more than three hours sleep to pull it off. (I certainly can't remain awake.) I don't know. It'd be tough. Of course, if I don't go, it won't be as though I'll gain a lot of rest. I'm supposed to go to lunch with Alex and the gang. Lemme go crash. I'll decide in the air.