Slowly, information on the weekend has trickled in. I'm currently hours and hours away from the loves of my life -- Kim and Helen, my two best friends since I was nine years old. Sounds like everyone, at one point or another, had a weird experience. Helen's boyfriend got into a fight with his ex (weird. He didn't want to go to a party. Really such a big deal?) But that chick sounds a little . . . um . . . loopysauce, so whatevs. Then, yesterday, Helen told me that Mikey Eff, the now legendary boy she dated over the summer and who we all thought was the best thing ever, proposed to his girlfriend at a bar wearing green sequined hot pants. Bummer to the max, and not only because now I won't get invited to the wedding, although that in and of itself is reason to be upset. Kim, however, didn't have any ex oddities. But she did end up buying her outfit for her 21st birthday, which is coming up this weekend. Apparently, it's a jumpsuit that she describes as "Beyonce-esque." I want to see it more than you will ever imagine, if only to say that I saw Kim in a jumpsuit. And we all know I love that Beyonce. . .