Glad that the weekend is upon us. Went in late on Wednesday on account of the weather, then totally regretted it, since no one else really came in, and Nick texted me that he basically wondered around a snow-slumbering and virtually deserted Hampden, had a coffee at Common ground and then soup (red pepper and crab bisque!!) at Soup's On, then down to Atomic and True Vine (surprised, actually, that any of those places opened on such a day. I guess that it is probably because everybody who works in these places lives nearby). Terribly jealous, and also, just would have liked to spend the day bumming around with him. Watched Top Chef with Carmin. Can't believe that Jeff got voted off, thought that he would have made it to the top three, but I guess that he does tend to over-do things. Really shocked that Carla won, and that Stefan, my hands-down favourite, was in the bottom. But, eh, he is too good, I think. Rob texted me some about distancing himself from Angel. I know what he means, as in them just hanging out instead of sleeping together or doing couply things, but I still found it funny when yesterday Nick said that he was out having dinner with her. Anyways, went over there yesterday evening. We had dinner reservations for 8 at Petit Louis. It was very good, although I think that I am going to have to start specifying that I want my salmon cooked well, since this is like the fourth time that I have encountered salmon that I thought was raw in the middle. The waiter did say something about it being prepared medium, but I that that just how dark or crisp it was on the outside. Since this has happened before, maybe that is the traditional way to get salmon in a high-end restaurant unless otherwised specified. Bicycle is the only place that it has been fucking perfect right off the bat each time. I did enjoy the meal, though, and would go back for the full menu. Speaking of Bicycle, they are extending Restaurant Week, so we now have reservations there for next Friday. Hit The Wind-up after dinner. It was a weird crowd, looked like a lot of Towson and Green Turtle types, and Holly confirmed our suspicions that they were pretty much douchebags, and we wondered how the hell they found the place. Christina and Cintya came out. Went back to Hampden for a rather lovely time, Nick asked me to stay over, so I did, even though I didn't have clothes for work today, and somehow managed to leave there at 7, get home and changed and then got to work on time. Amazing. I actually was surprised at how well I looked this morning. Usually I think that I am aging horribly and all that, but today, I thought that I looked particuarly pretty. Vic texted me about whether the Lithowanian Hall was doing their soul night. I think they are. I would like to go to that, but we are going to Fletcher's for their version of Underground. Bill is supposed to come out, he better had. Slept very well last night and woke rested, surprisingly. Will be very glad to get out of here and see Nick. This week has been taxing in this place.