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So some craziness has happened since last time I wrote. I'll start with Friday night. We all went out for Mank and Z's going away party. It was super fun. We went to the Hangar for dinner and there was a group of 17 at a big long table. I ordered cheese totellin's sauteed with proscuitto and mushrooms in alfredo sauce. It was Auhmazing! I ate almost all of it despite the fact that I wasn't hungry. I sat next to Z's chief who has severe social anxiety and tormented him all night with my loud close talking and direct and inappropriate questions. Black Velvet and her husband were there drinking tequila and having a great time for being the eldest in the group. Man-Meat changed her to a drinking contest while BV got tipsy. She almost forgot to pay her bill! T-supid was there too, and we all hate him. He sat in the very middle of the table all stretched out with his arms over the backs of the chairs like he was King Shit. I wanted to slap him. Our new friend John-Boy joined in, but had to sit on the other side of the table. That was fine because that's were all the single girls were (and some married that didn't care). He made lots of new friends.

After dinner we went to get jiggy at the Imp. I hit a certain point were I was so tired I felt drunk so I had a great time. Everyone danced and partied. There was this crazy woman who showed up on the dance floor. She had this giant coat and those duck boots that are half leather, half rubber and she reeked like BO. I think she was on drugs. She was a big lady...looked like a lesbian. She took off her shoes and never left the dance floor except to get drinks. She danced like a caveman, a possessed Christian, an African shaman, and did 360's on the dance floor all night. We stole one of her shoes and hid it for the night and she never knew. It was very strange. There was a small amount of tense undercurrent to the evening because both Z and 6pack were out at the same time and 6pack was being particularly obnoxious and annoying, and grabby. No one likes that. At one point I had to literally shove him off me. I knew I'm throwing around a lot of new nicknames, if you are confused I'm sorry, but part of the puzzle is figuring out who they are! Mank left at about 12:30 and we stay only a little bit longer. John-Boy, Man-Meat and I went to Pel-Mini's of course for a snack (although I did not partake).

Saturday morning I learned that 6pack had texted Mank about how weird she was being on Friday night. He is so annoying! I thought Mank was acting exactly herself. I think he was just angry because she wasn't paying all her attention to him. The only different thing she did was that she couldn't really be on the dance floor because every time she went out there he was all over her and Z was right there watching. Awkward! So she told him he was overstepping his boundaries yet again and to back off.

Sunday I went to a goodbye brunk for Mank and RoRo and crew. It was nice and brunch was good. It was getting closer and closer to the dreaded Tuesday that Mank was leaving. I tried so hard not to think about it. They came over for enchildas and hung out all evening. I think it is great that Mank and Z want to spend there last days with us. I woudn't have it any other way.

Monday we went to a going away lunch at the Red Dog for Z. Mr. R was there so he came and sat with us. It ended up being 2 hours long and I felt bad for being gone from work for so long. I had sliders! I love little food! I asked Man-Meat to make me mini burgers next time we had burgers. It was pretty greasy though and I felt kind of yucky afterwards for awhile. Mank came over and made us chicken fried steak for dinner with is Man-Meat's favorite meal. Jake also came over and brought her baby because he and JBP are buddies. Man-Meat was a little overwhelmed with all those babies running around and poor Sister was too. She complete does not understand children. I think if she watched one grow up and get used to it she will be different, but to be thrown into the mix with two toddlers she was freaking out. Oz was also over for a little while. It was a very lovely last meal. It was the last meal Mank would be cooking in Juneau.

Then the craziest thing happened......

Tuesday morning I get a call from Man-Meat 2 minutes before my alarm was to go off. He announced very happily that he had great news! Mank and Z had missed their ferry! How is this possible? They were not supposed to leave until 7pm that night, how could they have missed the ferry if it was still here? They misread the ferry schedule and their ferry had actually left at 4am that morning!! I thought "Great news? This is terrible!" A confusing reaction I know because I would want nothing more then to have Mank for another week. But I knew she would be horribly upset, their entire trips plans would have to be redone, and we were prepared to say goodbyes and move on. Mank had called Man-Meat from the bathroom in her hotel, in which she had locked herself in fear of killing Z. And of course, she was extremely angry and dissappointed. I would have felt the same way. There was so much build up to them leaving, then all of a sudden they are staying for another week. I feel like I already said goodbye, like I already went through the hard part, not I'm going to have to do it all over again next week. I hope it will be easier now. It actually feels like they already left and are just back for visit now. I'm probably fooling myself. On Monday night I was awake at 3am crying and trying to figure out how I was going to say goodbye. I wrote a note out that I was going to copy into a card, I was completely prepared. I had taken today off (I am at work and moved my day off to next week) so I could sleep in because I knew I'd be crying all night. Now everything is thrown for a whirl. We are doing another brunch for them on Sunday and they've been over for dinner at nights, they are coming to trivia tonight, but it all feels like borrowed time, prolonging the inevitable. Like a long slow death instead of a short painless one. My goodbyes are best done like ripping off a bandaide (or in this case ducktape off a hairy back, painful). This is not the goodbye I imagined, but I guess since I get 7 more days with my favorite peolple I can't complain.