I sat at my vanity curling my bangs when I heard Jubilee's impassioned yelling.

"Ange, you can't go in there...Ange, she's getting dressed--whoops, wrong thing to say...Ange, don't--ANGELO!"

My bedroom door swung open and a hugely grinning Angelo stood in the doorway.

"Sorry, hunk o' mine, show's over," I quipped, grinning at the mild look of disappointment on his face. Grabbing my comb, I began to backcomb the curls I'd just made to achieve some lift. Angelo watched, fascinated, as I completed my styling job by spraying my hair and fixing any little spots I'd missed.

"So that's how you get your hair to do that," he remarked, still watching. Jubilee came through the door just then.

"Dang roller blades! Angelo, I told you--oh."

I laughed. "It's O.K., Jubes. I was already dressed when he came in."

"Thank goodness!" She shot a few daggers Angelo's direction. "What if she hadn't been? Then what?"

"Then I would have gotten one hell of an eyeful, chica," Angelo replied, winking at me. "What a wonderful way to start my morning that would have been."

"Men!" Jubilee huffed, trying to act annoyed but failing. "How long 'till yer ready, Ison? We'll need to get an early start if we're going to hit all the places on your list."

"Just give me another 10 minutes. I'll be right downstairs," I told her. She seemed satisfied and left.

"What else do you need to do? You look beautiful already," Angelo commented, seating himself on the corner of my bed and reaching over to play with one of my curls.

I blushed. "Thanks, sweetie. I decided I'd try something a little bit...different in the makeup department today." I opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a small case. Removing the lid, I retrieved an assortment of bottles, compacts, pencils and tubes.

"Some of this I already have on," I told him, indicating which ones. "My moisturizer, foundation and powder, this alpha hydroxy stuff, and this one," I said, holding up a small bottle to read the label.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Ski--" I paused, then cleared my throat. "It's, ah, a skin firming complex," I admitted, embarrassed. Oh, shoot! I hope he doesn't get offended...

He studied me closely in the mirror, then spoke. "You don't seem to have any wrinkles," he noted.

I gave him a lopsided grin. "I'm not even 18, Angelo. What did you expect--" I stopped short once more. Dummy! You just did it again! "I'm sorry," I said, apologetically.

"Sorry? What for?" he asked me.

"I didn't mean to..."

"Summer, don't worry about it," he chided gently. "It's not worth getting embarrassed over." He got up from the bed and kissed the top of my head, then stood beside me and looked at my reflection in the mirror. "But I still don't see how all this stuff works. There's no way you could possibly be more beautiful than you are now."

I ducked my head and bit my lip. "Oh, stop!" I wish I could stop smiling...

"You mean it really does work?" he asked, trying to sound serious. "Wow, the makeup industry could make a fortune off of me!"

I turned and looked up at him. He was grinning. He's making fun of himself to make me smile. Sensing my mood, he bent down and kissed my cheek.

"You don't normally wear makeup, do you? I never noticed any," he noted, indicating the small stash of products on my vanity.

"Not colors, no. I thought I'd try some today, though."

"Well, let's see you work your magic then, chica--then we'll decide." He sat himself back down on the bed and leaned forward, his arms crossed underneath his chin while resting on the back of my chair.

I chuckled, "I feel like I'm on display or something." It was tough getting my mascara on; ever time I looked in the mirror I could see his face watching in rapt attention and had to surpress a fit of giggles. When I was finished, I turned around so he could see better. "Ta-da!"

"You look fabulous!" he assured me with a grin. "Well, the lipstick's one thing I won't argue about," he agreed, grimacing distastefully.

"Actually, this is the type that 'Won't kiss off on him,'" I said, raising my eyebrow. "Good idea, huh?"

"Absolutely," the confirmed. He sat there, looking at me for a moment. "I decided I'm going with you," he stated firmly. "Just let me grab my image thingie, and we can go--"

"Angelo, you can't!" I protested. "We're looking at wedding dresses today."

His face fell. "I promise I won't look, Summer. But I think I should come with you."

He's worried about other guys staring at a group of girls, I bet. They have before. "Ange, I'd love you to, but--"

"No buts," he stated, placing one finger gently over my lips to quiet my protests. "Besides, I need a cummerbund for my tux. I have to wear something to this wedding too, you know."

The mental image this comment created in my brain made me start laughing. "Oooooh, now that's an interesting thought," I teased. I giggled as he grabbed me and kissed my neck.

"Summmmmerrrrrr!" came Jubilee's yell from down the hall. "Come on, we're waitin' fer you! Cut it out, Angelo, or you'll give her another hickey right before the wedding!"

"Isn't she charming," he snorted, unwrapping his arms from around my waist. We stopped by his room for the image inducer and headed to the garage, where M, Paige and Jubilee would be waiting.

"Hey, ya can't come, Angelo!" Paige protested. "We're lookin' at weddin' dresses!"

"Yeah, and Frosty said we could use her credit card." Jubilee wore a wicked grin at the thought.

"He still needs a cummerbund," I explained. "So we might as well kill two birds with one stone today."

"Ah'll kill a little gray bird today, if he sees your dress," Paige commented, staring directly at Angelo, "and even provide the stone, if needed!"

Angelo rolled his eyes. "Oooh, chica, you're scaring me, I'm shaking. Can we get going, ladies?" He snatched the keys from Paige's hand and got in the front seat.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, propping her hands on her hips in annoyance. Ah was gonna drive!"

"Oh, just get in the car and be quiet, you two," Monet interrupted, annoyed. "We're behind schedule now, as it is."

"He drives like a maniac," she complained, getting in the back seat next to Jubilee.

"Whatever you say, chica," Angelo intoned, shooting a finger over to unlock the passenger door for me. "Just remember, I ain't the one who wrapped Banshee's brand new Viper around--"

"Shut up and drive," she commanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

"By the way, Summer," Jubilee began as we pulled away from the school grounds, "I like that shirt you're wearing." The others agreed.

"Yeah, ya look nice in that color," Paige added.

"Thanks, guys," I said, blushing a bit.

Angelo rested his right arm over the back of my seat and gave me a lopey grin. "Just 'nice,' country mouse? You must have forgotten your glasses--"

"Watch th' road, ya moron!" Paige screeched.

Angelo reverted his gaze back to the road. "Oh, no! The car traveled a whole 2 inches to the right. This is terrible!" he exclaimed, clutching the sides of his face in mock horror. "What will I do?" Jubilee giggled and M just stared out the window. He glanced up at Paige in the rear view mirror, who sat hunched back in the seat, arms crossed and scowling.

("Angelo,") I warned. ("Be nice; I know it'll be hard-")

He gave no more than the equivolent of a mental grumble.

("--please? I'm lookin' at a wedding dress, we should all be happy.") I grinned at him exaggeratedly. ("Like this, see?")

"Helloooooo! Earth to Summer, come in, Summer!" Jubilee droned, imitating staticky communication noises. "Summer, come in! Do you copy?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Just a little head speak," I explained. "What is it?"

"Have you decided your colors yet?" she inquired. "We could look for our bridesmaid's dresses too, if we have time."

"I was thinking teal maybe," I told her.

"Ya know," Jubilee began, "I was lookin' through some of those 'Modern Bride' wedding magazines, and you can get even the wedding dress in almost any color."

"Any color, eh?" Angelo began, a smile creeping up at the corners of his mouth.

"Not any color, silly," I told him. ("And no, 'transparent' is not a color, you dirty man!") He grinned even wider.

"Ah saw a red wedding dress in a magazine once," Paige added, obviously getting over the morning's squabbling. "It wasn't somethin' Ah'd wear, but to each her own." She shrugged.

I twisted around her direction and made a face. "Red? You're serious?" She nodded. "Yuck! For bridesmaids, maybe, but not the bride--hey, I was looking at a 'Bride's' magazine yesterday, and saw the most gorgeous dress somewhere near the back."

"Was it this one?" Jubilee asked, picking up a fat magazine she'd brought.

"Yes! Here, let me see it," I told her. She gave me the magazine and I started leafing through it until I found the page. I handed it back to her. "This one," I said, pointing to a dress on the left side of the page.

"Ohhhhh...it is gorgeous, Summer!" she breathed. The others exclaimed over it as well, pointing out little details they liked and chattering excitedly.

"Well, here we are," Angelo announced, pulling into a parking space at the mall. "You ladies ready yet?" he inquired, twisting around in his seat to face them.

"Aaack, no, don't!" Jubilee screeched, shoving her hand in front of his face. "You might see the page!"

"C'mon, let's go," I said, in an attempt to maintain what peace was left intact. "Time's a wastin'." We climbed out of the car and headed in to the mall.

Once inside, we hit the first boutique on our list, but found nothing of interest. Not at that one, or the next, or the even a department store bridal section after that. Disappointed, I suggested we take a break for lunch.

"Good idea, I'm starvin'!" Jubilee agreed emphatically. "Let's hit the food court."

We decided to get burgers and made our selections.

"My treat, ladies," Angelo offered, handing the counter girl some money. "To make up for my...rudeness earlier." He looked directly at Paige, who turned to me.

Her eyebrows raised. "You've really got him trained good, considering he's a city boy, Summer," she remarked, smiling. "Ah'm impressed."

"I know, it was a tough job, but he works well with rewards." I grinned and winked at Paige.

"Hey!" he protested, insulted.

"This boy warn't easy, but Ah've whipped him inta shape." We both started giggling at his surprised expression, Monet and Jubilee joining in.

Angelo gave me a disgruntled look. "Aww, don't worry, darlin'," I drawled as we sat down at a table. "Ya know Ah love ya just the way y'are." I gave him an enticing little smile and put my hand on his knee.

"Oh, come on, you two," Jubilee griped, setting down her burger. "Find a room!"

"O.K. Come on, Summer," Angelo replied, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up with him from the seat. He waved to the others. "Well, it's been real. See ya later."

"Ange! Sit down," I said, pulling him back down and laughing. "You know she wasn't being serious."

"Darn it, thwarted twice in one day!" He smiled suddenly. "Well, you know what they say, babe--third time's the charm."

Jubilee rolled her eyes. "Puh-leaze and a half, I'm eating here. Enough mush already."

"Do you have to complain about everything, Jubilation?" M sighed.

"Don't blame me, blame Angelo," Jubilee said, pointing a finger at him. He pointed at himself with a "who, me?" expression of surprise on his face.

"Works for me," Paige agreed.

"Me? Oh, I know. You're framing me because I'm city boy, aren't you?"

"No, actually, we wanted to do some male bashing," Monet piped up suddenly. Jubilee, Paige and I started laughing, surprised.

"Well, at least he's handy ta have around," Paige teased.

"Sure. I have a whole list of things he's good for, but I think I left it in my other jeans." I winked at him.

"Watch it, Summer! You're starting to sound like Emma," Jubilee crowed.

"Actually..." Angelo began contemplatively, but I cut him off.

"You bad boy," I said, putting a cold hand over his mouth.

We finished eating and got up to try again. Despite the length of my list, we didn't turn up anything that looked promising.

"I don't know where else we could try," I admitted nervously. "Not unless you want to drive to the next mall."

"In all likelihood, they would have the same stores," Monet added.

"Shoot! Now what?"

"Hey, Summer, look! Here's a new place," Jubilee exclaimed, pointing to a location on the "You are here" map. "They've just put in a new dress shop specializing in after 5 and bridal."

"Great, let's go." We made our way to the store. In the window, a female mannequin wore an evening dress covered entirely in sequins and the male mannequin next to her sported a flashy tuxedo.

"There ya go, Angelo," Paige commented. "They've got cummerbunds here."

"Ange in a tuxedo, now that was a sight to see," Jubilee teased. "Well, you know what they say, 'Inside every tuxedo there's a guy in a T-shirt wanting to get out!' Even in this weather." She indicated Angelo's T-shirt.

"I thought Angelo's jacket looked very nice at Mondo's welcome party," Monet pointed out. Angelo began to object vehemently and make 'monkey suit' comments.

"Oh, ya looked real nice," Paige added and then burst out laughing, "our first date!"

I feld distinctly lost as they went into the details of the party. "I'll never forget being decked by Mondo."

"Hey!" I exclaimed grabbing Angelo's arm in surprise. "I never heard anything about that! You two dated?!"

"'Dated' is a little strong," Jubilee ammended for Paige. "They used to flirt back and forth a lot but only officialy went out once for Mondo's welcoming party."

"Are you serious?" I stopped in mid-stried to look at the two of them and then laughed out loud. "That's hysterical!"

Angelo elbowed Paige in the side. "She took it a lot better than I thought!" He grinned lopsidedly.

"I wanna hear all about this later," I said. "But first, Angelo, make yourself scarce so we can find some dresses and stuff." I gave him a playful push in the opposite direction of the boutique. "Guys, look...it's gorgeous!" I approached and laid my fingers on the glass, gazing at the shimmering wedding dress inside. "It's ten times better than the one in the magazine!" I was completely entranced just looking at it.

The soft white material wrapped around the waist of the maniquin, clinging tightly to the torso before flaring out around the hips. The cloth cascaded in a around the legs, shimmering in place like a frozen waterfall. Pearly beads seemed to swirl allong it in downward spirals ending at the hem in a small flourish. The shoulders were bare and the neckline plunged downward creating a dramatic, but not immodest, effect. It was, however, long sleeved, each sleeve ending in a point that extended down to the middle finger.

"Nope, not you, Espinosa," Jubilee admonished him as he turned around from a few feet away, then steered him away from the window. "Why don't you go play some video games while we're in here?"

"I don't want to play any--"

"Oh hush up and go," I sent a thrill of ice up is back as a bit of encouragement.

He grudingly left and we went inside. The entire store was filled with beautiful, elegantly tailored clothes. We all breathed sighs of admiration.

"We could all find something here," Monet exclaimed.

"No doubt," Jubilee agreed.

A saleslady approached us. "Can I help you ladies with anything?" she inquired.

I turned and indicated the dress in the window. "I love that dress," I told her. "Do you have it in an 8?"

She looked me over assessingly. "Are you sure, dear? You look closer to a 6 to me," she offered.

"Really?" Oooh, great! "Whichever size you think, I'd like to try it on. I'm getting married in about three months, and I think it's perfect."

"Oh, you'll look just ravishing in that dress, dear," she crooned, leading me to a spacious fitting room. "Wait here, I'll go get one." She bustled off and returned a few moments later with the dress.

"Let me know if you need any help. Just ask for Janelle."

"Thank you," I said, taking the dress and going inside. I removed my pants and shirt and slipped it on, but it had dozens of tiny buttons down the back and I couldn't button them myself. I poked my head out the door and saw Monet inspecting a bridesmaid's dress.

"M!" I called. She turned and saw me. "Could you help me?" She came into the room with me and shut the door. I turned so my back faced her. "Would you button me up, please?"

"Of course," she said, her nimble fingers quickly buttoning the dress. She smoothed down the fabric and turned me around.

"Oh, Summer! You look beautiful," she exclaimed. "I think it's wonderful. Do you like it?"

"Yes! It's perfect," I told her, excited I'd finally found a dress I wanted. "But--I wonder..." I paused and picked up the price tag. My jaw dropped and I let out a horrified gasp. I gulped. "F-f-five TH-THOUSAND dollars?" I squeaked, my eyes huge. I looked at the tag again to make sure I hadn't been seeing things. "There's no way I can afford that, and I'd hate to ask Ms. Frost for such an expensive dress!"

Monet opened the door and flagged down Janelle, who eagerly rushed over to us. "Oh, sweetie, you look stunning, what did I tell you?" she gushed with a wave of her hand. "That dress absolutely looks like it was made for you!"

"We'll take it," Monet told her.

"Monet, what--" She held up her finger and shushed me.

"Oh, wonderful," Janelle continued. "I'll get you a sampling of some of the accessories that go with that particular dress. Wait right here, I'll only be a minute!" With that, she hurried off again.

"What are you doing?" I asked her. "I can't--"

Monet turned and took me by the shoulders. "Summer, I want to buy you this dress, and whatever else you need to go with it," she told me.

I was flabbergasted. "Monet, that's certainly generous of you, but--"

"But why would I want to buy your dress for you? Just think of it as my wedding present to you," she explained.

"Thank you, Monet," I said. "I don't know what else I can say."

"Your smile is thanks enough. You've always been a good friend to me, and I want to take this opportunity to thank you for that." She gave me a hug.

Paige and Jubilee came up behind her. "So, how does she look?" Paige asked.

Monet stepped back so they could see the dress, and they both started oohing and ahhing over it, exclaiming over how perfect and beautiful it was and how pretty I looked in it.

"She looks great, doesn't she, ladies? It's very flattering to her figure," Janelle said with a wink as she returned, bearing several headpieces and veils. A second saleswoman followed her with a couple of trains.

Soon the girls went crazy trying accessories on me.

"This is fun," Jubilee squealed excitedly. "It's like dressing up the world's biggest Barbie doll." Everyone giggled.

"Hey! The biggest?"

"You know what I mean," she protested.

"You're so fair, ya do look like a doll," Paige said. "With a fancy glittering dress on."

"A diamond doll," Monet agreed. Oh Ange'll love that, I thought. "You'll need some diamond jewelry to wear as well."

"Some shimmery shoes and gloves," Paige suggested. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Oh, I like this train," Jubilee said, trying it up against the back of my dress. "Here, Paige, help me attach it so we can see how it looks."

They put it on and I stepped outside of the dressing room so I could trail the train out a bit. Despite the fact the room was designed to be large enough for that very thing, we still had to scrunch for space. A three way mirror stood in one corner of the store, and Jubilee carried the train as I made my way over to it. As I looked at my reflection in the mirrors, I was so overcome by happiness that I almost started to cry.

"Oh, guys, it's perfect, I love it!" They hovered around me, chattering and laughing ecstatically. Just then Janelle approached us.

"Excuse me, Miss?" she inquired. "There's a gentleman here who says he's your fiancé. Said his name is--"

"Oh, shoot, Angelo!" I cried. "Could you stall him, please? I don't want him to see me in this dress!"

"Of course, dear. Take your time," she said calmly. "I'll take care of him."

She walked out of the room calmly, obviously she wasn't new at stalling eager husbands to be.

"He's followin' you around like an eager puppy," Paige commented.

"Of course he's eager, I mean in three months they'll be--"

Monet shoved an elbow into Jube's side and I giggled, finishing the sentance in my mind. Well, he's not the only eager one.

Paige held up a pair of matching white shoes. Well, I guess they're shoes, even though there were several lace up straps, they weren't quite sandals. I sat down gingerly on a chair and took them.

"Oh these are perfect," I said softly.

I took them back off and M set them aside where we could give them to Janelle when she returned. Then we set ourselves to the onerous task of choosing a veil.

"Look at this one." Jubilee laughed and held up the ugliest veil I had ever seen. It was, of all colors, metallic gold and a rainbow of sequins glittered from it.

"Oh that's the one," I said sarcastically, having trouble imagining how such a terrible thing ended up in such a lovely store.

After much trial and error, we finally chose one. The headband was stitched with small, delicate diamonds while the veil was long and irradescent.

I ran back to the changing room with Paige, who helped me get the dress off, and changed back into my jeans. After selecting the final touches--panty hose, jewelry and the necessary lingerie--Monet bought my selections and arranged to have them shipped to the school.

"We don't want anyone seeing what you got now do we?" she winked at me. "Besides, that's far too many items to carry ourselves."

"When will the stuff come?" Jubilee asked eagerly.

Janelle opened a small calendar. "We have a pickup tomorrow morning," she informed us. "So you should get your dress by tomorrow afternoon. You look just lovely in it, dear. I know you'll be pleased." I couldn't hide my excited smile as she handed Monet her receipt. "If you have any problems with any of it, please call the store and let us know!"

"Thank you," Monet answered, putting the receipt and her platinum card back in her purse. "Well, ladies? Shall we?" she inquired, gesturing for the door.

"But--what about our dresses, Monet?" Jubilee objected. "We need sumpthin' ta wear too."

Paige intervened. "It's 4:00 already, Jubilee," she said, glancing at her watch. "The mall closes at 5:00. Why don't we let Summer get her stuff, then come back tomorrow ta get ours? Besides, if we've forgotten anything, we'll have ta come back, anyhow."

Jubilee sighed in defeat. "Fine. I saw the prettiest bridesmaid dress in there--"

"Yes, yes, you dragged us all to see it at least five times," Monet interrupted. "Tomorrow, Jubilation." She thanked Janelle, who was watching the scene with amusement, for her assistance and we exited the store.

Monet turned to me as we walked toward the arcade. "Are you happy with your dress, Summer?"

"Oh, yes! Thank you so much, Monet!" I hugged her, pleased to the point of giddiness by her display of generousity and the events of the day.

"There you are." I heard Angelo's voice behind us and turned from Monet. He was sitting on a bench with his arms crossed, eyeing the security guard who stood at attention nearby. "Took you ladies long enough, and this guy wouldn't let me leave this bench the whole time!"

I giggled, imagining the petite Janelle dragging a protesting Angelo out of the store and telling the guard to keep him seated. "My poor baby," I simpered. "You had to sit on this awful bench for two hours!"

"Thank you, officer!" Paige gushed, staring at the young man as if she were in pain and clutching her hands together tightly.

"No problem at all, ma'am." He gave her a broad grin and tipped his hat. "Anything to help a lady. Janelle generally asks for my assistance at least twice a week when certain young men need taking care of." He eyed Angelo and his lip twitched slightly, as if he was trying not to laugh.

"I just love a man in uniform," Jubilee cooed. She and Paige started giggling idiotically.

"I'll have to remind Everett of that," Monet smirked.

"Oh, shut up," grumbled Jubilee.

"I should get my hair cut," Monet informed us. We made our way down to Shear Elegance and signed her in. We all flopped into chairs and I picked up a magazine and leafed to the contents page, looking for something interesting to read. Jubilee peered over my shoulder and cracked a huge grin. She grabbed the magazine and loudly read off the title of one of the articles.

"Look, Summer! Here's an article you and Ange need. 'Why We Do What We Do In Bed.'"

I snatched it back from her. "Gimmie that!" I yelped incredulously. "I don't believe you." Angelo started to shake and I realized he was laughing. I looked up and caught him giving her a "thumbs up" signal.

"Don't encourage her, Angelo! It's not like she needs any encouragement, you know," I warned him. He gave me a sheepish little grin but didn't look repentant in the least.

Paige came over and thrust a photo album full of sample hairstyles in my hands. "Ah think Monet should get an entirely new look. Something different," she began. "What do y'all think of this one?" She pointed to one of the pictures.

Jubilee wrinkled her nose. "Ugh. No way, Guthrie. Try again."

"Why, what's wrong with it?" Monet questioned. "That's a very popular hairstyle."

"Friends don't let friends get 'Friends' haircuts, Monet," Jubilee said in all seriousness. "Like, half of the women in the country under the age of 20 have one. It's getting old."

"Fine," Paige sniffed. "Then what do you suggest, Ms. 'Ah-hung-out-my-shingle-and-made-a- million' Lee?"

Jubilee flipped a few pages then held the book up, smirking. "How about this one, Monet?"

"Ya can't be serious, Jubilee!" Paige squeaked. "She'd look like a guy with that haircut!"

"Hey, I know a very cool girl who has a haircut like that," Jubilee objected. "As a matter of fact--"

"You have that haircut, Jubilee," Monet noted.

"Duhhh, M! Yer real observant," Jubilee droned. "And I don't look like no guy I've ever seen!"

"Who knows, chica?" Angelo offered. "Maybe it would look good on you."

"Sorry, I don't think so," Monet agreed. "I'm not sure I'd like my hair that short, either."

"Monet St. Croix?" A stylist called her name and she handed me her purse. They disappeared through a door and in a few minutes came back out, Monet with a towel on her head. We watched as she sat in a chair and got a drape put over her. They talked for a minute before Monet suddenly jerked her head up and looked the stylist in the eye.

"Seriously?" I heard her ask. "Are you certain that...?" The woman nodded and smiled and said something else, but I couldn't hear it. Monet finally nodded too as if in agreement.

"I wonder what she'll get done," I mused.

Jubilee shrugged. "Dunno, but--" She paused abruptly. "Guys, look how she cut it."

"That's a lot off at once," Paige agreed, "considering it was down to her waist."

"It's not that bad," I added. "It's still shoulder length."

"Looks like she's getting the sides angled," Paige noted.

"Actually, that'll be a nice, versatile cut for her," I said. "She can do a lot with that cut, and it's still long enough she could even pull it back."

"You ladies are losin' me," Angelo muttered, leaning against his chair in boredom.

"Shades of Gray" 13/? By Me, monet@uky.campus.mci.net and my secret-psychic-sister Krista kjscjs@ix.netcom.com.

"And the evening of the fifth day, which had been the roughest yet, God said, Thank me It's Friday! And thus God made the weekend." -The Book Of Creation according to Somebody, 1:24.