Back to work after a too-short weekend. Friday night Angel texted me about some show at The Nerve Center where friends of hers from Brooklyn were playing, but neither of us were in the mood for that, so we hit Rocket for a drink, ultimately winding up at The Wind-up--- how clever of me haha--- trying to convince Rob and Angel to meet us there after their show. Nick drove, which was nice, although I actually think I may have gotten slightly more tipsy, atleast for a while, on Thursday. Anyways, appearently both Laurie and Victor think the other is cute, so going to try to organise another outing prehaps. Somehow our bills at this place, despite Natty Boh upon Natty Boh and vodka and diet upon vodka and diet, end up at something like $14. It's rather brilliant. It was so nice to sleep in on Saturday, finally getting out of the house around three. Would have been sooner, but there was a lovely sort of delay, which coincidently lead to a surprisingly simulataneous arrival (oh, my obliquely veiled innuendos). Nick's parents gave us their pre-season Ravens tickets (the first football game I've ever been to, although I've been told it's just a taste and regular season games are far more intense. I'm completely bewildered anyways.). Nick made lunch (chicken tortolini, I prefer the three cheese, but it was alright, and then I had a rather signifigant bowl of cherries.). Left my car at the Lutherville Lightrail and rode to the stadium. I do love riding on trains and subways and any of that. I live the motion and rumble (although the high-pitched squeal of metal grinding against metal is both cringe-inducing and slightly disconcerting.), and seeing everything go by. I realise that I am not nearly as familiar with the west side as I am with the rest of the city, or indeed as I probably should be. There is probably a good reason for this, prehaps in the crime-addled nature of said west-side, although that could be said for the entire city, and that hasn't stopped me. Anyways, riding down Howard street, looking at all the old department stores in the once bustling shopping district of our fair city, makes me so sad, as all dilapidated buildings tend to do, and so curious about how they once were. It's definately cool riding the train and then not having fight for parking or through traffic when the game is over. We have an idea for the next time we go down there for a game, to park at the North Avenue stop, or another stop in the city, take the train to the game, then that way be able to go elsewhere in the city afterwards since the car will already be there. When we got out of the game, we wanted to go to The Wharf Rat by the Convention Center, but the damn kitchen had just closed when we got there, so no fish and chips were to be had, unfortunately. Instead, Nick had a beer and then we went back to Lutherville, where we got the car. Had to make due with Burger King, which my body didn't seem to appreciate very much, as we drove back into the city to go to The Wind-up--- for the third night in a row. I really like it there, and it was nice hanging out just Nick and I. Left at closing, surprisingly sober, but very tired. It's funny the joy that can be felt simply by knowing that you get to sleep in the next day. Sleep in we did, started the day off right, then hit Druid Hill. Nick, of course, did much more rigourous exercise than me, although after all the damn fast food I've had this week, I should have done more. I'll just be more mindful of my intake. Enjoyed looking out over the city from the hill, pointing out all the places we could see. Awesome view. Back to Nick's afterwards where his parents were having pizzas and cake and ice cream for his brother and Barrett going back to their respective colleges. We saw a documentary on The Pet Shop Boys which was really cool. Dinner was really good, sat watching Myth Busters on the sofa for a while, before we went back to mine for Nick to get his car and then go back. Had a good time.

Club Charles reopens tonight, so I'm excited about that.