Back in this place this morning. Knowing not what horrors await me, I am planning on informing them that I will not be in on Friday, using that day to totally get my shit in order (actually, it is also my goal for the rest of the week leading up to then to get my shit in order. Basically, my entire purpose for all the time is to get my shit in order.). Had a lovely weekend. Friday, Nick and I went to The wind-up with Rob to meet George for the first time. He was charm personified and Angel was practically all over him, not in a scandelous way, just in an unable to deny the pull they have for eachother kind of way, Rob really being a gentleman and trying to be corgial to George, but him understandably uncomfortable. Everyone got drunk, Nik was obliterated and I think I had six vodka and pineapples, which I have never done before, but felt great the next day. Love that pineapple and vodka, baby!! It's funny to me how some people who aren't related and maybe don't even look a lot alike can have such similarities to evoke the idea that they are in fact related. Nick and Rob are like that. A number of people have thought that they are brothers, even though they don't look especially alike, just maybe a similar complexion (dark hair, olive skin kind of thing). Anyways, had fun Friday. Saturday, spring finally seemed to have made a return. It was so lovely, that immediately made me feel better. We went to Fells (along with everybody else in the city, it seemed. Hampden, too, was crawling with localsand tourists alike.), went to Slainte for fish and chips, then to Soundgarden, then the park. Walked around the lake (two and a half miles). Went up to Pheoebe's that evening. Rob played a set of Savory James songs solo acoustic, and Matt Kelly and Todd's band, Pirate Island, who I had never heard before, but boy, were they awesome. Not at all what I was expecting, but fucking cool. Alt-country, actually, or Neutral Milk Hotel. Very good. Stayed there till after ten,but the night was still young, so then to The Wind-up, but being that Nick had consumed almost an entire bottle of creme sherry and two Natty Boh's, the one kosher Boh at The Wind-up pretty much did him in, so we made it an early night. Sunday, there was a super long walk from Hampden through Roland Park to Guilford, through Sherwood Gardens, then back to Hampden. Ate at Bella Roma twice haha. Monday was shit at work, the ice was getting thin and I was getting more perturbed.