Weekend Report:

Friday Night: Did nothing. Had a crappy day so I stayed at home and got drunk by my lonesome (hey - we have a lot of left over booze from the party - who I am to let it go to waste?). If I do say so myself, I was very entertaining - at least to me. I'm fairly certain I even engaged in some Yahoo IMing with Yatesy. (ed note: perhaps on a Friday night, when I've been drinking alone, is not the best time to ask me what I think of your new design. I fear I was brutal, something about selling tampons - I'm not sure, but I thought it was HIGH-larious!)

Saturday Night Report: Drinks over at J's and then in a strange reversal of roles, the Missus carried on without me and I went home early. Watched Lewis Black: Black on Broadway. Genius. I love that man.

Sunday: The ever wonderful Itchyrae came by and we went to lunch at A&W. Man I love A&W. The burgers, the root beer floats. It just rocks. Despite our increasing post-glutton need to just go home and curl up in a fetal position and watch HGTV all day, we went for a drive and looked at houses. Or more specifically, neighborhoods. I could drive (or in this case ride) around all day just checking out different nooks and crannies is this small but very diverse town.

We drove through one neighborhood I had never been through before. In fact, I'm not sure I ever knew it was there. Tucked away on the other side off Gene Autry Trail is a place called "Dream Homes" - but there's nothing dreamy about it. It's probably the poorest and most dilapidated neighborhood I've seen in PS proper (update: I just learned that Dream Homes is not technically in PS, but is part of Cat City). This spurred an interesting discussion on the pros and cons of gentrification, of which I am quite guilty of participating in and profiting from. 15 years ago I was on the other side of the tracks so to speak. Things that make you go Hmm...

I spent the rest of the afternoon floating in the pool and soaking up some sun (don't think that I don't see the irony here - okay alannis, irony is not the right word... what is it? contrariety? you know what I mean).

E came over to watch 6 Ft. Under (which I have to say is off to a dark start... I think I heard somewhere that Claire hooks up with a woman this year... perhaps the bar scene was foreshadowing? I digress..) Afterwards we sat outside, drank, told stories, laughed and smoked into the warm summer evening. A great, quiet weekend. Quite possibly the antithesis of next weekend. Mmm. Meatball Sandwich. Oh yeah baby - game on! Too bad the O.D.D. is bailing in me, but I understand buddy. I may take you up on the Bachelor Pad offer though... [wicked grin]... Next year pal. There's always next year...