The workweek crept up too quick, following a fairly busy weekend. Friday evening I went over Nick's after I came home from work, not bothering to stop and get flowers for Buba and Pop for Grandparents' Day on account of it raining (I am stopping by Walmart and then the graves today after work.), took a shower and packed a few things for Saturday. Hung out with Carmin for a bit, while the rain outside increased, until it was torrential. It let up the tiniest bit, so I figured I'd better pounce. It was cozy over there, Nick had the fireplace going, "for ambiance," he said, and we ordered Chinese food, and then lost ourselves in television and me dozing on the couch, till we finally got ourselves in gear to go out. Went to Hampden, Nick drove, which was nice. Met up with Christina, Rob and Joe at Rocket (really not crazy about that palce). I had a vodka and diet (after they made a vodka and TONIC, I guess I can see where one sounds like the other in a noisy bar, but come on.), followed that with two espresso martinis (very good, but they should have been for the fucking price--- $7 a piece!!). But they served their desired purpose and I spent the majority of the evening in a lovely sort of bliss, which continued through the evening till we finally fell asleep. Slept in on Saturday. Drove all the way to the Renaissance Festival (after some of the usual hurdles getting on the road) to meet Christina, only to have her say she wasn't going (which was better, since I wanted to go on Sunday when my Mom was going.), so we met her at Annapolis Mall and walked around, got some dinner at Red Robin, before Nick and I headed to D.C. to see Paul Weller. Let me just say, I know very little of his solo stuff, and that was painfully evident at this show. While a lot of it wasn't bad, some of it was slow and pretentious (everytime he took a seat at that piano, I cringed with dread), and while his banter in between revealed him to be, in all likelihood, a charming and down-to-earth bloke, there were elements of dying-a-slow-death for a good deal of the evening (since he wasn't playing Jam songs.). In the end, he played The Butterfly Collector and another older song (either Jam or Style Council) that I recognised faintly, and a couple of covers (The Who's Magic Bus and The Beatles' All You Need Is Love). But it was all worth it for the encore of A Town Called Malice!! I rocked the fuck out and it was awesome. Oh, well, atleast now I can say I've seen Paul Weller. I was so tired driving home, I didn't think we'd ever get there, and so glad to pass right out. Slept in, which was lovely, and then I got on Nick's couch when he went to the bathroom, so when he came back, by some incredible feat of sheer willpower, we managed to squish ourselves both onto the sofa, and it was nice since we hadn't gotten to sleep next to eachother all weekend.

Went to The Renaissance Festival, meeting up with Mom and Tony seeing Laurie, as well. It was miserably hot and humid, we sweated buckets and buckets, but it was fun. Nick enjoyed it and Mom bought us lunch. Didn't eat too much, had a couple of beers (well, one cider and a cherry beer). Got to see about half of one Shakespeare Scum (Tag Team Romeo and Juliet). Hope if we go again, I get to see all of their performances. Hung out at the house for a bit, talked to his parents who had just gotten back from Ohio. Went home and got rather a good, long night's sleep. Did, unfortunately, discover that we have a mouse in our house.