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Weekend that flew by...

It's Sunday night, and I can't believe that the weekend is over. Friday night was suppose to be low key, just a few beers with the boys and home so I could go into work early the next morning. Well, a couple beers at the bar, then I went with my buddy Mike's house and drank a few with him on his front porch. Then, after leaving to go home, called another buddy and met up at the lamest party. Finished up the sixer from earlier and made it home only a few hours before I had to leave for work. This is something I haven't done since I was in college. I'm obviously not up to task for it anymore.

Saturday at work was the slowest, most boring day in ages. The little town had a Fall Festival, and the streets were blocked off. No one was buying groceries. I think I cut a couple of things, and just sat around talking to other workers.

Saturday night we had all agreed to go to Wave, so KT and I met up with Mike and Em and Martha and had some wine at a restaurant, then made our way to the dance party. I started feeling bad, so I decided I wouldn't drink the rest of the night. Good decision for my stomach, but it was the worst Wave I've ever been to. The DJ was hands down the worst I've ever seen at a club. Missed the monitor mute countless times, cut songs early, wouldn't play anything upbeat. Just mindbogglingly bad DJ'ing. Oh well, I knew the doorman and got in free. It was nice hanging out with other couples, too.

Today I just hit the library (picked up Charlie Trotter's cookbook and a Jean-George one), did a little cooking (spicy chipotle meatloaf, mixed my chili powder from my smoked peppers, boiled some eggs, just catch up stuff for the upcoming week) and watched the Metrostars knock out the Wizards from the MLS playoffs, and the Cards lose another game to the 'Stros. KT and I went to my parents for some dinner. I guess in retrospect that's a lot of things, but it seems like I was just finishing off my Friday evening.
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