I did nothing on friday night, which did disappoint me. Then on Saturday I got up bright & early and went to visit my sister at school, where she has just moved into an on-campus apartment. Lucky. Spent a perfectly lovely day there (barring the screaming match we had when she was awakened by my screaming as a result of her boyfriend stepping on my tummy), enjoying both lunch & dinner. While there, actually, we did a little play acting to fend of the potential roommate who was coming to see the space. Basically we used the half hour time frame offered us to turn the place in a Motley Crue-style wreck. Then she didn't show. And it was too much for us. So we cleaned, ate, and then she showed. And we were all pretty genuinely pissed at her (she was, after all, about an hour and a half late...).

Anyway, after dinner & dessert I got in my car, and headed home. Where I was to meet M at the beloved Keltic Lounge (also known as Iggy's). Where we sat for somewhere in the neighborhood of five hours.

A series of reasonably cute, but totally braindead guys tried to pick us up (they were, in fact, in a group), and it resulted in our getting a couple of free drinks. Anyway, then Erin showed up, who is just an awesome chick, and we hung with her for a LONG time. At about 5 after 4 we ordered our final drinks, then hung out. I gave Cam (the cutie) a shoulder rub (it was, actually, nothing to do with him being adorable), then Erin returned my favor by rubbing my shoulders. And at somewhere around 4:30 we all left. Ducking under the steel shutters... which was a laugh...

Sunday brought brekkie with the folks, leftovers at M's, along with a viewing of the glorious Faculty, which is awful, but fun. And which I can't help but love. I mean, c'mon. Jon Stewart? meow.

So to bed I went. Tired and stuffed. And woke up wanting only one thing: more sleep.

Was late to work, where I now sit, wishing for more coffee, a boyfriend, and a better job...