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Well, all other things being equal, and I despite its lack of dancing, I had one of the nicest weekends Ive had in awhile. On Friday I went on what in common parlance I guess amounts to a date. We saw Garden State (it was pretty good, if a bit unbalancedthe writing was solid throughout, I thought, but it couldnt seem to settle on a tone) and then drank some beer. As he was opening the car door for me I got hit in the face with a tree branch and we kissed. It was nice. I had a pleasant slumber and rose, for a Saturday, quite early.
Spent the early part of the day running errands: picking out paint for a friends apartment, buying bagels from the boys at Bagel Art in Evanston who are always grumpy and superior but make the best bagels Ive ever had so I cant complain. Then I went down to Logan Square to look at a bed that Ive since decided I am going to buy. Right now it belongs to two nice gay boys who are moving to Philly so that one can go to law school. Its a loft bed, which Ive always wanted, ever since I was a smallish child, and I just /know/ Im going to end up with the little bedroom again when I move next month, so I figure I will just make myself a little cave. It comes with shelves and a desktop and everything. Im pretty stoked.
On Saturday night my best friend L, who will be moving to Boston on Thursday, never to return (okay, thats a liebut she does have like seven fucking years of grad school), threw a small dinner party. There was veggie sushi and pear and red cabbage salad and caramelized tofu with sesame seeds and this amazing Spanish rice and sangria and mojitos and scones and strawberries and lemon-lime mousse. And a little cheeb. But I mostly abstained. I just ate a lot.
Sunday morning doesnt really stand outI probably lied around and read, or maybe took a bath. Fed my moms cats. But Sunday night, oh! Sunday night. I went to my very first road rally. It was fantabulous. I met a bunch of scooterists, including a couple of girls who want to start an all-girl scooter gang and take field trips to places like Chinatown and Oak Park and then drink afterwards. We rode, this group on Sunday, from the Ukrainian Village through downtown and then down to U of C. Then on the way back we just flew up Ashland and Damen, blowing red lights and going as fast as our bikes would take us. Sadly, our fearless leader lost his clutch somewhere in Pilsen, and had to hop on the back of Rs 50cc scoot to catch back up to us. But everyone kept smiling, and eventually we all got to the bar and drank ourselves just a tiny bit silly.