Well, It's The Weekend, Isn't It?

So, it's finally Friday. I look forward to it all week, suffering and carrying on, just with the upcoming weekend to get me through. So now it's 2:35 in the afternoon, but I'm still nowhere close to having plans or knowing if I even have anything to make use of this divine 56 hours of weekend time. Pittsburgh may have to work tomorrow, which means no going out tonight. He was supposed to call me back last night, once he was able to peel himself from the sofa and regain conciousness. Needless to say, I did not hear back from him, and whilst I am loathe to call him once I get out of work, since I don't want to appear to be "chomping at the bit", as they say, I also don't want to wait around in the "going out limbo", where one gets ready for a night out, without having confirmed plans, only to find out it's not happening, and then scrambling to make the best of whatever's left of a wasted evening. Tomorrow I am supposed to have dinner with my father and step-mother, and also a drunken phone conversation in the evening with my neighbour, who I finally had the pleasure of seeing outside today getting in our cars to go to work. We have been corrosponding for a while, with weekly texting or proper phone conversations with the social lubricant that is alcohol, marveling at the short span of parking lot between us, and how we've been unknowingly crossing paths for years. I should really initiate the hanging out in person, since although it's obvious I'd be enthused, the other party's shyness seems like it would prevent such a thing from coming to fruition. Sunday I am supposed to be having coffee with my former fiance. Preparing myself to walk that tightrope.