This One's From The Heart

Back to work today. Some snow supposed to be later and an inch or so's worth by tomorrow. Will determine whether I come in or not. Regretted bothering last Wednesday after no one else came in and it was as bad as it was out. Wondering if there are any jobs available with The Pennysaver. This publication provided numerous laughs for Nick and I yesterday, and spelling errors were the source of several. That and their arbitrary bold letters of the first three words of the ad no matter what it says. For example, after skimming down several blocks advertising sofas and entertainment centers and exercise equiptment, there was an ad for "Erectile Dysfuntion Can." Nevermind that the ad actually read, "Erectile Dysfunction Can be corrected, try this product, blah blah blah." Hilarious. That was how a good bit of Sunday was spent, a Myth Busters Marathon and golf watching at my house, with simultaneous Penny Saver perousing, before heading to Chris' parents' for the Superbowl (Pittsburgh are a bunch of cheaters and dirty players and the NFL refs are clearly on their payroll--- this from a novice. Nick said that I have learned quick this year and that he is very proud of me haha.) Friday went to Fletcher's for their Underground thing. It was so much fun, very much like the original. Bill came out and even danced quite a bit, which was great. Music was spot-on, Rob came out and had fun, I think, in spite of himself. Nick and I danced, and even though I only had three vodka and diets my standard nightly intake, really), I got obliteratingly drunk, we both did, and had to stop at Brick Oven Pizza. It was good though, since traffic in Fell's at closing time was ridiculous (reminding me again why I rarely frequent that part of the city at night), and B.O.P. is always delicious. Saw in there, of all people, Pittsburgh, what a douche, fatter and older looking than ever. Makes me shudder. Think he saw me, neither said anything, and why on earth would we? After two amazing slices of pizza, I was feeling much better, headed back to Hampden. Saturday we went to Common Ground and Soup's On then to my house for a little bit. While I do like Rob's house and I adore Nick's room there, my initial feelings of jealousy have subsided, and now I am entranced by how fucking huge my house is, and virtually uncluttered (for the most part). The open space is very accomodating to fits of wrestling and terrorizing eachother. Ventured to Nick's parents' house where he made a new mix on the computer and I hung around while his parents played with their new I-Phones. Went back to Hampden then to Paper Moon for dinner. Grilled cheese, how I love thee!! Convinced Rob to go to Annabell Lee with us. Good time, I guess I should be grateful for things that were said and not get hung up on other things. I am trying to not let things bother me in such a way. Had some nice cocktails, the Raven and The Maque Of The Red Death, then cut across the city from Highlandtown to Hampden. Slept in, then for coffee and bagels. When I came home last night, there was a very drunk and disheveled Allen sitting in the livingroom, soon to be flanked by an exhausted Carmin. Allen was particularly gregarious and I tried to hurry him along if only for Carmin's sake so that she could get some rest. Club Charles later. Feel like a lot of my posts are just recounting barhopping and lacking any real introspection that crosses my mind throughout the day. Weighed myself this morning here at work. Shock and horror. The weekend really was ridiculous, mainly the Superbowl Party yesterday.