The Weekend Mood and She's Feeling Proud

Here is a picture I took on the outside looking into the Sports Column. Actually, I've never stepped foot in that bar before. I figure I don't need any help feeling ancient in this town, so I'll just stick to the old people bars, where I'm comfortable.

Hey, let's go back and talk about the weekend. It was the closest the girls and I were going to get to any kind of break in a while. On Friday night, the girls went to the football game. We have two high schools in town and there's a huge rivalry when they play each other. It's kind of dumb, since most of the kids from both schools know and like each other, but I suppose, as with everything, it's all about the drama. Both girls had plans to hang out with their friends after the game, so I met some friends at the beer garden at the Picador. My friend Dave and his smokin' hot wife, S. were hanging out. He told us about the time his band opened up for The Circle Jerks at the Crow's Nest back when he was very, very much younger. He said, The Circle Jerks kept accusing them of being drunk because they were playing so poorly. Finally, his band had to admit that they really just sucked that bad.

It was my friend T.'s birthday and she and her St Louis boyfriend showed up and along with my friend K. and her boyfriend, A., and the other couple, I think that made me the ninth wheel. Whatever. If I started worrying about that shit, I'd never leave my house.

The White Rabbit is a really cool textile type do-it-yourself store. Very awesome.

Saturday was our first day of rest in forever. Stinky spent most of the day reading the second book in her young adult vampire series. Apparently, vampires are all the rage again these days. As long as it doesn't produce another movie where I have to see Tom Cruise wearing a blonde wig, I'll be okay. Coadster napped a lot and I ran my eight mile route for the first time since the flood.

Part of that route goes through Coralville, which was underwater for a while and then, in turn, smelled really, really bad for another while after the flood receded. So, I finally got around to that route on Saturday afternoon, and then I was the one ready for a nap.

Around 8'ish, my friend D. called me to let me know she was headed to the Dublin in about a half hour or so. So, I finally got off my putzy ass, and got ready to join her. Since it was an away game, the bar was pretty mellow. At one point, I went down toward the bathroom and ran into my friend T. and her St Louis boyfriend and some guys they knew who were still here with FEMA, but were headed to Texas in the next week. T.'s St Louis boyfriend is hilarious. He was talking about the guy I dated last Winter and quoted another friend of his by saying, "Yeah. He's the kind of guy who would bring a date to his own wedding." I'm so glad I don't care anymore and can laugh at that. Ahhhhh.