- Had some tasty home-shook margaritas and fun conversation with two good friends.
- Accidentally obliterated one of said friends with aforementioned margaritas, and thereafter got to witness a friend who I have never seen hammered (in all of the sixteen years that I've known him) ask us to pull over on Central Avenue so he could vomit out the car door. Gross? Yes. Unfortunate? Certainly. But also? Awesome. (Hello, yes, we are 33.)
- Walking in very, very late to the Andrew Bird show (see above), I ran into a high school friend who has lived in this city the whole time I have and yet who I'd never crossed paths with before. I can think of no more than four people from my graduating class whom I would genuinely like to see and talk to again, and this guy has for years been at the top of that list. Yay!
- Missed most of the Andrew Bird show (see above), but thoroughly enjoyed the three and a half songs I did hear. Will have to try again next time he's in town. No margaritas first, however. Live and learn.
- Saw an unattractive and portly threesome dressed in Renaissance garb staging a photo shoot in a park near my house. As if that wasn't absurd and awesome enough, one of the three was wearing Renaissance gear only from the waist up. Below the waist? Tight, too-short black cotton athletic shorts. On a pasty-skinned and overweight man. Priceless.
- Found an excellent gift for a birthday that's months from now yet, but which I had to buy anyway, because hello--Librarian Tattoos? "I heart the Dewey Decimal System"? Tell me you don't know a nerd who'd love those as a gift.
And now I'm off for a pair of back-to-back parties. One's a housewarming for NotDanny Tanner. (No, we are not dating. But we're trying a friend route.) The other's a birthday party for my pal Amy. As an added bonus, both parties are less than two miles from my house. In a perfect world, all my friends would live in a five-mile radius from each other. It is not a perfect world, obviously, but this weekend is shaping up pretty well.