Anyway, after spending Friday being generally pissed off at the world, I decided to knock off the stupidity and have fun on saturday.

I had brunch with my sister and her boyfriend, pedicures with same, then I went on and got a haircut and did some shopping. I got some really cute jeans, a top on sale, and a new blue zip up hoodie (joy!). All this on the heels of having a fight with my best friend. Due to the annoyance of friday. Which, I s'pose, I should talk about. But not yet.

Following the shopping I joined up with friend Pete, Caitlin, Aritz & Anne and chilled out in the cafe of the Union Square Virgin Megastore. Hillarity was to be found at our table and good times were had by all, I think.

Anyway, I went home (after the LONG line at Virgin prompted me to *not* buy Fever), ate dinner & went out again with sister and her boyfriend, meeting up with Marty. We all went to a pasticceria on bleecker, where we were joined by Caitlin and Peter. Again, fun was had, and eventually Pete, Marty, Siobhan, Dave and I relocated to the loved and loathed Cafe Creole for drinks.

The smoke proved too much for Siobhan and Dave, so they went back to his house, and Marty stayed for a drink. The bar had set their tv to Sci-Fi, so we watched Masters of the Universe while chatting. And making snide remarks about said movie.

Marty left, and Pete and I stayed on. Sadly, I was drinking Kamikazes (no, I don't know why I thought that was a good idea). I had my fifth or sixth at 3:30, and at 4 I managed to behave like a teenager at a kegger: puked (repeatedly), and had to be helped to a cab. I have no memory of anything after I reached the top of the stairs (this means I don't remember getting into the cab, paying, getting out, getting upstairs).

This also means that I woke up Sunday morning feeling very much like shit. Managed to take the dog out at 10:30 (ugh) after my mum woke me up by POKING ME IN THE STOMACH (evil, rotten woman!).

Around 1pm my sister roused me with a phone call, and by 2 we were at Cafe Tina (tucked away in SoHo) having brunch. I could barely speak (which was amusing), and was generally silly. Furthermore, Miranda was there, so that was interesting.

'Cos it was the birthplace of the fight we're having. And haven't resolved. And I don't care, at this point.

Which I realize is silly, but whatever.

So yeah, had brunch, went home, sort of slept. Then I watched Changing Rooms & Ground Force with Mom and some more random shite in my room. Then at 8 we had dinner (yummy cooking from my dad), and I watched Six Feet Under at 9. (NEW SEASON - JOY!)