I much prefer things when I don't have to be here.

Work resumed today, following a glorious three day weekend for Independence Day. Suppose I made good use of my time, of course there is the ubiquitous wish there had been MORE time, more days, but that goes without saying.

Managed to detox a wee bit over the course of Wednesday and Thursday. Didn't eat at all till dinner Thursday evening at Outback with Mom and Tony, felt good about that, limited myself to only two little pieces of that delicious bread, which I usually consume an entire loaf of myself. Went to Club Charles with Nick. It was packed, I guess since everybody was going to be off the next day. Had two lovely white Russians and I was good. We stopped off at Subway, which I probably shouldn't have, or could have done without, but eh. Friday, I had rather a hard time getting him up, since he said we should get an early start up to Philly, I think by 11:30 we were on the road to his parents' for him to change his shoes and get the EZ Pass, which was awesome of his parents to lend us. Saved $13 in tolls. Made relatively good time, got backed up at the Deleware tolls, but less than two plays of Everybody Hurts (the official song of traffic jams). Made it into the city, decided to park on South Street and walk to Olde City (only a couple of blocks, nice walk and less than I was anticipating, actually.). Cuba Libre was delicious, as always. Got a cranberry mimosa before dinner, then my Cuban Caesar Salad with grilled chicken, Nick got the Cuban Sandwich again, I got some garlic mashed potatoes, as well, because Nick had planned on splitting the salad with me, but ended up being pretty full, so we kind of had too much food. We plan to try something new next time, and I am going to leave room for dessert and this Godiva-espresso martini, as well. Afterwards, we went across the street to The Continental for martinis, Hengricks Gin with a twist, and an espresso (eSpresso, not eXpresso, I have been chastised repeatedly.), completely different, no Van Gough vodka, regular vodka with kahlua and an actual shot of espresso, chilled, very smooth. It was fabulous. Then over to Eulogy for some Belgian beer, had my Kasteel Rouge cherry beer, Nick had two that were 14%!! When we left to head back to South Street and Tattoo Mom's, it had started raining. It was still so early. I only had one more drink there, a vodka and diet, since I was feeling it and knew I'd have to drive sooner rather than later. Were we around here, I would have had no problem, no reservations, Bun Bun could drive himself from Ottobar or something, but from Philly, no, sobriety had to be restored. It was, on my part, atleast. Nick got wasted, and I had my hands full for the rest of our time there. In his intoxication, he did get very self-effacing, telling me I deserve the best, and I deserve better than him. When we left, I took him to Lorenzo Brothers for pizza, then got on the road back to B-more. Loud sing-a-longs to Love Me Dead and other gems, the majority of the evening Nick has no recollection of. Felt like we'd never get home, had that highway hypnosis thing, he had sobered up completely by the time we got back. Golf with his dad and brother Saturday, so he left and I went to bed.

Saturday I bummed around on my own, went to Fells and Hampden. Had a wonderful bagel with tuna and an iced cafe mocha at Common Ground. Found that Lenny Bruce book at Salemander Books I regreted not buying before. Got an awesome pencil skirt at H & M, which I wore Saturday night. While I was at the mall, I'd gotten a text from Nick saying, "Dinner tonight?". We went to J.D.'s Smokehouse in Canton, which was good, albeit a different species than our normal restaurants. Went to Brewer's afterwards, which was boring as shit, due mostly to the company we kept there, luckily I was able to inspire a trip over to Frazier's, which is where the evening became much more fun. Saw Chris Jerkass (the crust-punk Matthew McConnoughey) and Matt Kelly (so deep in the closet, he's finding Christmas presents), then ran into Rob and Angel on the way to Rocket. I succeeded in getting very drunk, which I honestly hadn't done in quite a while, since I wasn't driving, and it was a good time. I don't remember walking to the car, if that's any indication haha. Sunday saw us sleep in, waking the best way to start the day, then there was a bit of ridiculousness as my bedroom door got accidently locked and we had to break in with a screwdriver. We thought Nick's dad would have to come over with a ladder for him to get up on the porch roof to then crawl in my window to unlock the door, but luckily he was able to use the screwdriver to push the lock in. So now, he's had to break out of my house, and into my room, as well. We had every intention of going to the park, but the weather looked like rain, so we stopped by his parents' to check the forcast and ended up just hanging out and watching television. A bit of golf, a bit of the Eddie Izzard special ("I was a very driven boy scout, I was driven everywhere"), cracking up. Had pizza with his family later on, then he dropped me off home where I hung out with Carmin for the rest of the night, which was nice. There was literally nothing decent on television last night, all rubbish. Didn't get much sleep, though, on account of the two storms that went through, and all the wierd noises and shit in the house which normally don't bother me, but I thought I felt the bed move at one point in between falling asleep and still being awake (with no provication, mind), then there was a tapping at that damn trap door in the ceiling, and I was just ill at ease. I am in such desperate need to do laundry tonight. I'll probably end up going to the laundramat. Made the mistake of asking to do it at Mom's, she flipped out saying I need to call my landlord and that the house is a joke. She has such a way of cutting things down and over-reacting. I need to keep my business to myself.

I will be so glad to be done here today, especially since this will be another four-day work week, and see Nick later. I know if I tell him about the noises with the door to the attic, he will just tease and try to scare me, so I guess I should just keep my mouth shut.