13th
Weekend Recap
The pirate bar was fun. Celebrity lookalike count stood at two: One fake Cynthia Rowley and one quite possibly real Michael Phelps. Dude was gigantic and disorienting. Why he’d slum it in Silver Spring I’ll never know. Well, no, I do know. Silver Spring OWNS Baltimore, in both quality of people and awesomeness in general. I got chided by a pirate fiddle player for not yelling enough during one of their songs. He had beautiful hair - long and straight and healthy. Grog, sangria, gin and beer were consumed, then the party moved to Savannah’s for a calm-ish end of the night. We did learn that dinosaurs can’t be real, as only one set of bones for each kind of dinosaur has been found, so that was interesting.
Saturday. Shopping with the ladies: Also fun. Now I remember why I never go into J. Crew. My inner preppie was DYING while my outer debt was compelling me to keep my wallet in my purse. My stove was delivered and installed, I took some shit for eating “special” mac and cheese (I don’t do powder, and Kraft Deluxe tastes like plastic after 2 straight years of Annie’s). I took a nap on my couch, then went out. Sometimes Savannah’s has an off night, and Saturday night was it. Nothing to report.
Sunday: errands (sales on my scent of record [Fresh Fig] at Pier 1 and my soda of record [Diet Pepsi] at Harris Teeter), started re-reading Kate Spade’s little books, dinner at home, dessert with my BFF who had just moved back the day before. DVDs and bed. No Skins game, since I don’t get any channels. Not a big loss that I missed it, as it was in fact a big loss to the worst team in the NFL.
And now it’s Monday. Boo.
