Very, very enjoyable weekend.

Friday evening, Jen, her mom, and I went to Benihana for dinner, for a "yay-Jen-survived-law-school-and-the-bar" celebration. And, once again, I gorged myself there. Oof. Very tasty food in very large amounts equals one very full Robert.

Saturday morning, Jen's mom left to fly back to Illinois, and Jen and I headed out to Claremont so that Jen could get her hair colored. It's currently a rather pretty honey-blonde color (although she insists it's brown). Came home, slept a bit, then got ready for the night.

Jen and Carrie have been working like maniacs for the longest time, getting ready for the bar and putting up with the stress of taking the test. And now, it's all over. They're done. Finished. Complete. Woo!

So... that called for a party.

The general plan was that we would go to one of the clubs we usually end up at, Dungeon, drink a bit, dance a bit, and see what happened from there. Shannon had the great idea of getting a limo to chauffeur us around, so none of us would have to worry about driving with some alcohol in our systems. So, around 9:00, Jen, Carrie, Shannon and I were picked up at our apartment by quite the bad-ass limo. With a bottle of Butterscotch Schnapps and 80's hair band CD's in hand, we set off.

Got to Dungeon a little early - the doors hadn't opened yet, so we hung out in the limo for a while, then got out and got in line. Finally, around 10-ish, we headed inside, grabbed a booth, and were soon joined by Berek, who unfortunately got off of work too late to catch the limo ride down there, and also unfortunately was without his girlfriend, Pita, who was slaving to the grind, and had more grind-slaving to do the next day. You're coming along next time, Pita, even if it means kidnapping you from your store at water-gun point. :P

Dungeon was... okay. For some reason, it was a little less spectacular than normal. Don't know if the music was just off, or if the show was going slower than normal, or if it was because we were dropping seven bucks a drink, repeatedly, and not even getting a decent buzz off of it. That's a lot of money to be spending on drinks you're not feeling in the least. So, about midnight, we called for the limo to come pick us up, and headed out.

Talk about lousy timing. On the way out, we bumped into Nobody, her Molasses, and Dennis, who were just on their way into the club. Chatted with them for a few minutes before the limo pulled up, then took off for the rest of our night.

Things only got better from there (save for the one unfortunate incident of one of our stalwart partygoers being maced in the eyes by an errant faceful of Butterscotch Schnapps). We stopped at a liquor store a few blocks away, where I grabbed a bottle of Sour Apple Pucker to go along with the Butterscotch, where I was asked by a few kinds if they could "pile in" to the limo with us, and offered to pay their way in cheap beer and weed. Er... no thanks. :)

I never thought this would happen, but I think I almost had a truly "Hollywood" moment. Just past midnight on a Saturday night, drinking in a limo with a bunch of friends, while cruising down the Sunset Strip and singing Warrant's "Cherry Pie" at the top of our lungs. While nowhere near as zen as some of Kenny's recent adventures, it was still pretty damn neat. I highly recommend it, if you get the chance.

The limo driver (who was very kind to put up with us and our antics) drove all the way down Sunset to Pacific Coast Highway, during which time the music selection changed from 80's Hair Rock to Disco. So now, instead of Warrant, we were singing (yelling?) along with The Village People and Gloria Gaynor. Took PCH north towards Malibu, stopping along the way to get food at a Jack-in-the-Box (how the guy managed to maneuver the limo through the drive-thru amazes me). It was staffed perhaps by the surliest drive-thru attendant known to man, who saw fit to inform us that they "don't carry Jack heads" there just before slamming the window closed on some guy who had forgotten to get hot sauce. There's a reason they keep him locked up in a box away from a good portion of humanity. Geez.

The journey continued northwards, finally turning past Pepperdine, Alma Mater to the three ladies in the limo. Two of them saw fit to pay their respects to it by way of the sunroof. I'll leave it at that, for modesty's sake. After that, it was along the canyon road and back to the 101, where we dropped Berek back home and then headed back to our apartment. Carrie took off from there, Jen and I went upstairs and pretty much fell asleep as soon as we were within a few feet of the pillow, and we can only assume Shannon didn't have a repeat Super-Shuttle incident and has, in fact, safely returned home via the limo.

We slept in on Sunday. A lot. We didn't get back home until about 3am that morning, so we didn't feel bad about lazing around the house and watching videos while ordering Chinese food. Saw "Darkwolf", a werewolf movie that not only has an old acquaintance of ours in it, Alexis Cruz, but also has Kane Hodder (Jason!) and Tippi Hedrin (The Birds) in it. Then we slept more. :)

So, here it is. Monday, I'm back at work, and Jen's probably getting ready to watch "Passions" now.

I need more weekends like that. Jen, Shannon, Carrie, Berek, you all kick ass.