weekend

Still saddened by news of Angel's demise, I resolved to put it out of my thoughts this weekend by repeatedly drinking myself into not-quite-yet-close-to oblivion.

Went out early on Friday to see 'The Butterfly Effect' which, in spite of a few moments of truly stupendous cheesiness, wasn't all that bad. I somehow got the time I was supposed to meet my friend at the theater wrong. Consequently, I had about forty minutes to kill. Perfect time for a couple of beers at the steakhouse conveniently located next door.

Saw the movie, decided to go get something to eat, then decided to forgo food in favor of more beer. I don't even know how many I had, although I'm fairly certain I only paid for two (I just love how many of my friends are bartenders).

Went on home, sobered up somewhat while watching TV, therefore decided that a trip to the pub next door was necessary.

I had about twelve beers in a nine hour span. I somehow managed to dodge the hangover, and I think the number in my bag belongs to the uber-cute bartender who started giving me free beer shortly after my friend's shift ended. Of course, I'd have to actually use the number to find out for sure.

If days like this are supposed to discourage me from drinking... Well, another tactic is definitely needed. ::grin::

Saturday night was Next, which continues to amaze me by playing really good music. Burned a lot of the beer calories off on the dance floor.

Sunday was mostly devoted to laying in bed and re-reading the 'Anita Blake' books.

I have an interview tomorrow. If it goes well, I might even call that boy.