Not much happened this weekend. I didn't come into work on Friday because I was feeling crappy but I was able to make it out for the Block Party that night. Okay, by "feeling crappy", I don't mean physically but mentally. I'm having all kinds of internal work issues and it's driving me insane. At any rate, I didn't hang out with the crowds in the streets (because 80% of the crowd were high-schoolers) but rather parked my ass at the India Queen and hung out with people there. It was a fun night- you know the party's not hot until the cops come and shut the place down.
Saturday and Sunday was just a lot of cleaning and knitting around my place. This week is shaping up to be busy. I've got Book Club coming to my place tomorrow night to talk about- Wait a minute. The first rule of book club is you don't talk about book club. I'm still trying to decide on the menu. A member offered to bring "a fruit tart, whiskey", which sounded like such an interesting thing for her to offer that I had to take her up on it. I'm going to force her to drink all the whiskey and see what happens (I predict nudity).
I'm taking Thursday and Friday off from work because it's my birthday on Thursday (hint hint) and I want a 5-day weekend (Monday is a holiday). So that'll be nice to lay around and... Uh... I'm sure I can find something to do.