Ok, so I was in high school for this one, yet I looked like I do now, and for some reason, my parents were taking a two-week trip to Russia, and I invited Mer to come along. Thing was, we had a week of school to finish, so Mer and I had to fly back each day to finish (how we were doing that from Russia, I don't know, but it's my dream). So, part of the dream takes place in a hotel room, where Mer knows this dude who lives there or is staying there or whatever, and she and I want to do him. Well, he has a master key to all the hotel rooms, so he comes in, and either I was watching them or another one of our friends was watching them or something, and I'm all freaked out -- yet strangely titillated -- that the dude has a master key. And the next thing I know, I'm walking with Mother toward this HUGE church (again with the churches) -- not because of my perverted thoughts, though. Well, Mother says she has to use the washroom, and the washroom of this church was in a structure outside. She goes in and complains the whole time about whatever (like she's wont to do), and the next thing I know, Mer and I are back in class.

Anyway, so we're watching a filmstrip or something, and Mer wants to go hang out with this chick we used to hang out with, Barb, and doesn't want to go back to Russia for the week after school lets out. I get all hissified, and Mer says something like, "Well, you should've asked me before making these plans," or something similar, and then we're all walking in the dead of winter over the expressway, trying to catch a cab.

After Saturday? There's a lot more symbolism than y'all realize.
Oh, whatEVER.

Did I mention we're all in our low- to mid-30s?
Oh, whatEVER.

Wow. SHE forgives ME. I'm humbled (sheds a tear). But I do have to ask: How can you mean "no offense" when YOU'RE STEALING!?!? Is stealing NOT offensive in Brazil? Cripe.
Oh, whatEVER.