On Friday evening Geoff, Naomi, and Millie came down from Sacto to visit. I left work around 4:45pm so i could get home and do a whirlwind cleaning. I surprised myself and managed to tidy the entire house by the time they arrived. We had a late dinner at Red Robin and picked up some sundries before coming home and devising a drinking game to accompany a viewing of my Eurotrip DVD. We settled on drinking whenever someone said "Micke" (including the male derivation "Mike") or "Frommers". After maybe an hour i was the only one still playing as everyone else had passed out (unfortunately from tiredness and not drunkenness). I went along with the masses and called it a night.

Geoff arose at 4:30am to head down to LA for the weekend, while i got up around 10am to tidy from the evening's festivities. Once i get the house in a state of cleanliness, i become fanatical about maintaining it ... until the tide of mess overwhelms me and i give up. I had everything back to nice and tidy and had showered and beautified myself by the time V, Naomi, and Millie arose. As i was the one ready to face the world, i was nominated to deliver breakfast from Stacks. We watched old episodes of Project Runway on TV as the girls gradually worked their way through the bathroom. While Naomi, Veronica, and i decided to check out the outlet stores in Gilroy, Millie stayed behind to subsequently meet a friend in SF. She later decided to head back to SF that night so we bid her goodbye. The outlets ended up being a mostly futile venture, as Kenneth Cole didn't have the shoe i wanted in my size, and the Puma and Adidas outlets were chock full of crap. We ditched Gilroy around 6pm and decided to hit Valley Fair on the way back. I didn't have any more success at the Kenneth Cole there, but V got some things from Lane Bryant and Victoria's Secret. As the Cheesecake Factory and California Pizza Kitchen were mobbed, we settled for dinner at the food court. Rubio's fish tacos are surprisingly good.

I again rose early on Sunday morning and turned into Mr. Housework, spending an hour cleaning the leaves and assorted tree clippings from our yard and driveway. While i had told Veronica it was her turn to bring back food, i yielded and headed out to fetch more Stacks. As the lazy afternoon progressed, i again submitted to my home maintenance urges and went out to buy groceries and other supplies. Instead of eating out i made dinner, consisting of a veggie pasta, garlic bread, and vegan meatballs from Whole Foods (a great suggestion by Naomi). In keeping with my new diligence, i washed all the dishes shortly thereafter. Geoff returned from his weekend in SoCal around midnight, and i welcomed him with a vegan meatball sub.

Geoff and Veronica were due to work on Martin Luther King Jr. day on Monday, but Naomi and i continued our residence and watched several more hours of Project Runway as well as Ocean's Twelve (pretty good, not quite capturing the rhythm of the first but worthwhile nonetheless) over a pot of coffee followed by vegan meatball subs (with mozzarella, defeating the "vegan" aspect) and blue tortilla chips and guacamole. We finally got our act in gear around 4pm and drove up to the city to first run another Ted errand (buying dog food for Tara), followed by shopping with Geoff at Banana Republic, Paul Frank (i snagged a couple of polo shirts and a T on sale), and Kenneth Cole (still no love). Our trio rescued Veronica from work at 7pm and dined at Gordon Biersch before bidding adieu to G+N as they returned to Sac.

Faster Pussycat just isn't as interesting now as they were in high school. Maybe it's because these awful sex pun lyrics are not flying under my radar anymore. My god, this is worse than the romance novel bit from Naked Gun 2 1/2: "she moaned as he thrust his purple headed warrior into her quivering mound of love pudding." I've moved on to the Rakes now, their new century Gang of Four sounds are much more engaging.