Here is a horseshoe for good luck. I hope you all get lucky this weekend.
So, you'd think I'd be partying up a storm tonight now that my taxes are done, but there was that nap I really needed to take when I got home from work, and some taxiing kids around town duties. Then I had to go look for my credit card at Los Portales which was the last place I used it, only to find out they didn't have it and subsequently find it under my bed. Which, I'm sure, is the best place to put all your most important, valuable items. I also washed what felt like a hundred years worth of dishes and baked frosted sugar cookies for Coadster's last show choir performance tomorrow night. Now, who the fuck has energy to party? Apparently, not me.
This weekend, however, I may just try to make up for it. I have the show choir thingy tomorrow, but then I may meet some people for a couple beers somewhere. I don't want to get too stoopid, because I'm driving to St Louis to see Erik on Saturday and coming back on Sunday. Since it's such a quick trip, I couldn't coordinate driving up there with anyone else. I'll miss T.'s company, but I've got it all set-up for lone wolf driving. I added a few more songs to my St Louis road trip playlist. How the hell I didn't have Whodini's "Freaks Come Out at Night" on there already is beyond me, but trust me, that blundering error has now been rectified - that and LL Cool J.'s "Mama Said Knock You Out". There. Now I'm ready.
The trip to St Louis will be very brief, so we'll try to squeeze as much in as possible. We're going out for duck on Saturday night (shhh. Don't tell anyone. I've never had it before) and then Erik said he'd take me to the most visually stimulating (or was that, visually pleasing?) bar in St Louis. Sunday we were talking about finally getting dim sum and watching a few episodes of The Wire before I take off back to the Northern tundra.
What's on tap for all y'all?