A minor bust of a weekend

My weekend didn't go exactly as planned in the previous post. Still not sure what got into me.

Friday I did indeed sit on a porch with friends for many hours. It was nice, and I polished off most of a bottle of wine that was touted as having a hint of marshmallow taste (didn't notice it). It got really cold out though, so biking home at 2 am wasn't very fun. Plus I went some dumb way for no real reason and had to bike along Clyborn, which basically sucks for biking.

Saturday I got my errands accomplished early, and sat around until Joe came over to watch Fire Walk With Me. I forgot how scary that movie is. We were mildly spooked, but I was tipsy (more wine) so that helped a bit. Then I ended up at the Long Room, and NOT Schubas as I had planned. Here is where I have minimal explanation other than I was drunk and too lazy to relocate to Schubas. However now I have some deep guilt about missing Smooth Music night.

I should also mention for those of you who care about my dog (all 1 of you), Audrey's been doing this wierd thing where when I go to put the leash on her to walk her, she squats and pees. And not just a drop, but like full pee. Joe witnessed it Saturday, it is pretty annoying. So yesterday I took to making her sit before putting the leash on so she wouldn't be in a position to go. Only had a tiny accident once. I'm really confused as to what is causing her selective incontinence. I should ask her dog walker if she does that with him, but that would involve talking to Phish Ron the Walker, and I'm still sour at him for bringing a substitute walker last Tuesday.

Anyway back to me me me. Sunday I had a severe headache, surely a cause of dehydration from Saturday and my sinuses acting up. I was supposed to see the 446, but was passed out until about 7. I managed to get off my couch to see Little Miss Sunshine, which was very funny. It wasn't necessarily an original movie or original concept, and had many cliched indie-ensemble-flick bits, but I laughed a lot. I'd watch it again.

Tonight is the Patio Party at Cellular Field. I'll be eating and drinking all I can shove into my gut in this great patio area that's level with the field. Starts at 5:30, and we'll be in there until about 7:30, at which point we move to the FIRST ROW above the visitor's bullpen to watch the game. The plan of attack is this: Drink wine, not beer, so you don't fill up so much so you have room for tons of baseball park junk food. How do I justify this given my fattened state as of late? I say "well running starts next week!" Plus, how many times will I go to something like this? Once? Twice? Gotta go all out.