...and rocks.

Friday: Ran over to La Esperansa after work for strong Margarita and excellent burritos. Lori brought her car over for me to figure out why the stereo wasn't working after an attempted smash n' grab. I figured out why they just left it in there. Fought with the damn radio for the better part of a half hour to get it out in order to check the wiring, turns out they fried the radio prying on it. Drank after that, shot some darts, then gave up on staying away from the bars, and headed to Fireside, where the people watching was first-rate. Wound up chatting up some off-duty drunk cops at closing who tried to get us to go to some shit-hole bar in Troy.

-Cop, holding up his phone with a picture of a cop car on it: "This right here is what gets me out of DUIs"
-Ellen: "Wait. Can I just take a picture of a cop car too?"

It was seriously like we were living in Super Troopers.

Fireside closed, we headed up to Johnny's, Doug showed up, and we got some samples of their new booze. They have absinthe now, which shall be drank at some point. Got home around 3.

Saturday: Alarm went off at 7:30, I stabbed the day. Ellen got baked egg souffles from Panera. Dump truck with 15 tons of gravel for the driveway showed up promptly at 8am. Due to damn trees getting in the way, he wasn't able to dump the load down the length of the driveway. That was the beginning of our demise. Spent the next 3 hours or so breaking backs with the neighbors relocating piles of gravel and spreading things out. Looks much better now than it did, at least. Hopefully the mud puddles are gone forever.

Wrapped up fully around noon, got Taco Bell, took much-needed all-day nap. Woke up around 4, hit the store for side items for cook out with the neighbors. Had Nathan's dogs, and some wicked fried taters and corn. Watched teh dog chase the neighbors kids, and vice versa.

Parent: "Don't say 'dummy'"
Kid: "Can I say 'bean'?"

-dies in the corner laughing-

Dragged our tired asses downtown for the Singers & Songwriters music festival around 10. Heart wasn't really into drinking, but I wanted to check out the scene. Wasn't much of one. Saw a couple decent bands, though, and got to pay $5 to legally roam Main Street with a drink in my hand (magical bracelet). Went home around 11:30. In bed by midnight.

Sunday: Got some apparent much-needed sleep. Till 11. Ellen made eggs/biscuits. Spent the day not walking outside to enjoy the awesome day. No energy. Did laundry, gathered like 6 bags of crap for Goodwill, watched Semi Pro, which was better than I was expecting. Watched $1M Password (viva Betty White), and Ice Road Truckers. Passed out hard. Rough day.