So I got back from watching three hilarious episodes of Family Guy a few minutes ago.

I was talking with LJ about my wisdom tooth extraction since he is the friend who is driving me there, waiting while they perform the extraction and then driving me home. I told him about a note for my family that I left on the fridge relating to the surgery as well.

The note basically informs my family that during my convalescence, I will need someone to bring me soup and yogurt and such things - and for added humor, I included very specific requests such as “Campbell’s Manhattan Clam Chowder - served lukewarm” or “Stonyfield Farms Caramel Underground yogurt - available at Whole Foods in Montclair.” That sort of thing. My mom understood the spirit in which it was intended (shock) while my little sister thought I was being a demanding bitch. Oh, well.

Anyway, I was telling LJ that I also included a request for vichysoisse on there - a lovely potato and leek cream soup, in case you’re not familiar with the stuff - and he mentioned that he, too, loves the vichysoisse. I mentioned that my family would not be able to find it, and even if they did, they wouldn’t buy it for me since they’d think it was pretentious soup.

(Here’s where the good friend piece comes in.)

LJ said, “I’ll bring you vichysoisse or whatever else you want.” I told him that was totally unnecessary since it would require him to enter my house and deal with my family - something he is LOATHE to do because of a certain family member - and he replied that he would do it anyway in this case because that’s what friends do for friends. I don’t feel that I can expand on the whole story of what transpired to make entering my house such an unfavorable thing, but suffice it to say that this was really touching and meant a lot to me - that he would offer to a) bring me some of my ridiculous pretentious French soup and b) that he would be willing to enter my family’s home to do so.

Then we noticed that the title of the Family Guy episode was “Fast Times at Buddy Cianci Jr. High” and laughter ensued for the next 90 minutes as we watched the first three episodes of season three.

There’s hasn’t been much action on the forum, so I’m a little worried. However, I’m starting a new forum thread, which I hope will generate some action. I need recommendations for books I can read in my upcoming four-day Percocet-induced haze.