What about your weekend, then?

am: Nativity (2 kids plus me supervising)

afternoon : Kids Party (2 kids, 2 hours free for me and dawn)

Eve: Kids party (1 kid) plus invite to friends house (1 kid plus me & dawn)

...yeah!

Saturday - went to the Curzon and saw "Spirited Away" which was ace.

Sunday - spent most of the morning in a state of flap about an Xmas party that I was scared Someone I Hate would be at, then decided to let go of the past and go anyway, and as it turned out, he didn't turn up anyway, and we all had a fab time! Then we went home and watched Goth movies and Poirot till bed.

All in all, quite pleasant and relaxing.

Saturday - had a gig that got cancelled, walked through the snow to teh bar for a couple beers w/ Emilymv & Cprek, on the way home my freaky friends called, I went and hung out with them and ended up staying up really late drinking bourbon & beer, my homebwoy Kevin made me play "Sunless Saturday" for him on the geetar, then me & him jammed on this feaux-Cuban motif on organ (me) and tenor sax (him) for like half an hour, slept on the couch in their basement

Sunday - hung out with my son like all day long, learned to play The Shins' "Young Pilgrims" on geetar, he stayed up kinda late watching Harry Potter, I stayed up even later playing on my 4-track

Like I'm so sure everybody was dying to know.

usually, it's better than that.

otherwise great

(x-post with Dr C, are you okay?)

saturday i finished my christmas shopping (the london part) and then went to eat at a friends and then a couple of us went dancing to cheesy music

and yesterday i spent the day going from pub to pub on a 'sunday afternoon in the pub birthday celebration' for my friend that doesn't want a party.

pretty good, all in all. improvement over recent weekends. and surely better than the next couple weekends-- which will be spent in michigan. sigh.

Saturday: felt miserable all day due to friday nights activities, but knew I had to put the game face on for my wifes company christmas party in Boston. Slept most of the day and then went to the Xmas party. Dropped wife off at door and drove around for 1 hour looking for a parking spot. Parked 1 mile away from party and walked to party in freezing cold extremely pissed off and grumpy.

(wa, wa, wa-waaaaaah)

Saturday - xmas shopping in the morning and afternoon, home for whisky and bad horror films

Sunday - Zelda, roast dinner, call to horrible goth pub which was AWFUL and put me in the worst mood I've been in since oh at least Thursday and I shouted at people :( then home for more roast dinner leftovers and Billy Bailey - again, marvellous.

Today I have food poisoning.

sat- rest and played records. watched a video.

sun- went to college to do an experiment. left it on and went ot watch 'if...' at the NFT then went home and watched another movie.

Saturday - ran hideously late meeting some German friends to watch Enfield Town.

2.40 - just miss train for Brimsdown.

3.01 - 3.03 service to Brimsdown cancelled

3.40 -Finally get to Brimsdown.

3.42 - Discover match postponed due to waterlogged pitch. No-one left me a message on my voicemail. Strange.

3.50 - Mused on situation as mobileless state meant unable to contact any Germans or their English escorts. Wondered about offering a fag to a fellow waiting passenger at Brimsdown Station as a barter to use his mobile, but decided against for the shame of this.

4.20 - Train to London arrives. Decide to try and go to pub I am told we will be meeting in later. Decide to get off at Tottenham Hale and use phones there to do some calling.

4.40 - Orange tell me that they have accidentally suspended my phone, not barred outgoing calls as they had been asked to do. This explains lack of messages about match cancellation.

4.42 - Ring Lewisham police as have to report my lost phone. They tell me I must visit them in person and also get the IMEI number from Orange. Do not have pen to note hidesouly long number.

4.43 - Contemplate violence

4.44 - Ring Greenwich police, who do not need to me to visit them, and do not need this number. Violent urges dissipate.

4.47 - Call Orange and complete palaver of insurance stuff. New phone is dispatched.

5.15 - get to Oxford Circus. Was told on Friday that the pub is a Firkin on Carnaby Street.

5.25 - No sign of a Firkin.

5.30 - Manage to get through to a German on their mobile. they are in Tottenham, watching Chelski against Bolton live on Greek TV. Commentary is in English though. After much passing of phone around in Tottenham, and much inserting of 10ps in Carnaby Street phone, I discover that the place I must be is the O'Neills. Joy.

5.31 - Surreal sight of about 100 people dressed at Santa Claus walking across Carnaby Street.

5.40 - Pint of Guiness and the LRB calm my fevered brane.

6.20 - No sign of people I'd left messages for regarding my early arrival at the pub. Decide to leave and call them.

6.25 - all phones on Argyll Street smell of wee and don't work.

6.30 - Ditto with Oxford Street phones between Gt Portland Street and Regent Street.

6.35 - Think 'fuck it'. Will go to a birthday do in Kentish Town.

6.50 - Arrive at Kentish Town. Call friend. Friend arrived at O'Neills at 6.25. Friend coming up to Kentish Town. Have 90p credit left in phone, so call family, as only numbers I remember.

6.52 - Have strong feeling Carsmile and Lady Carsmile and one other walked past.

7.10 - Friend arrives. Booze ensues.

8.30 - Arrive back at O'Neills. Germans there with English escorts. All hideously pissed. As is the new Norwegian arrival.

10.00 - Norwegian arrival makes improper suggestion to German female. One German male takes offence. Mood turns.

10.15 - Mood not lifted. Decide to bugger off back to Kentish Town.

10.45 - Arrive in Kentish Town boozer in times for lasties.

Sunday was a breeze after this. Saw T3 too. Liked it. Saw Sports Personality of the Year. Found hating self for actually smiling and half-laughing and sickening in-jokiness of it all. Bed.

Saturday: lots of ineffectual running around during the day, then went to see fab local band Estel supporting Dutch punks The Ex. RoXoR.

Sunday: pancakes for breakfast, then a visit to the sister and her family in the evening.

yes thanx Anna . I am just a bit miserable today and being a bit crap. And my nose is v. sore!

Didn't kick off. Thought it might at one stage though. Barely disguised tension though in German-Scando relations, which has set back the cause of European Unity by several hours.

Saturday: after waking up, more TV and post-ruin ruin. Go to bar with birthday bwoy and other mate, call another mate, leave after hari-of-the-dog action. Spend 5 hours in a pub round the corner with other folks from last night, who go off to a party 3 hours later. Spilt a pint everywhere. B-Boy leaves. 1st other mate passes out for 3 hours. Various pranks are played on him by 2nd mate and myself, including photographing him with a wet patch on his crotch (melted ice) and placing his hand in a glass of water (which he smashed when briefly and suddenly waking). Pretty much kicked out by the staff after they freak following various comments on Coma Boy. Walk him down the road to another pub, more pranks include walking him into a phone booth and him shouting "YOU'LL NEVER SURVIVE!" at a newly opened, but disliked by my friends, restaurant. At new pub, the photos increase to include Coma Boy's cheek being pulled by 2nd Buddy until he yelps in pain. Got sick of watching the two catfight, so run off to Sainsburys, where I run into yet another old schoolfriend from my house. Return to find we've been joined by girls, whom I inform, after a reference to a Norwegian doorknob salesman from the previous pub resulted in the 2 girls calling him "a knob dealer", that I'm a "cock dealer". It runs for 5 mins before I tell them what I really get up to. More people arrive - several girls, plus one guy I haven't seen since I was 8, and B-Boy. Everyone else leaves apart from myself, B-Boy and Coma Boy. After amusing everyone with what we did to Coma Boy, the poor guy admits that he can't remember a thing. Return to B-Boy's house for pizza, TV and more hazy ruin. Mum calls and tells me I'm off to Ghana on Wednesday to start "new job" next month. My mood is downed.

Sunday: wake up on the damn sofa again. Leave around 11.30 after saying bye. Bought DJ Mag on the way home for the free Underwater Records 7". Spotted by my mum as she drives past on the way to a christening in St John's Wood. Get home to find Idiot Brother being - what else? - a dick. Asking stupid questions like "What's X item doing out here" to the guy he knows hasn't been around most of the week, and "Who's that?" when I'm napping in my mum's room listening to old dancehall). Wake up 30 mins later, start cleaning up. Wait hours for the family to return, where confusion about travel plans follow. I eventually decide to arrange to see several friends I haven't seen in ages and won't for a while afterwards. Fall asleep - where else? - on the sofa.

:Names were changed to protect the guilty:

Cheer up, Dr. C.

saturday: finished that final, watched tie me up, tye me down, played halo for a long time, ended up sitting around talking until 4 am again.

sunday: ate out at a pretty nice chinese restaurant, did the watching movies & talking for a long time thing in another dorm and then back in mine, eventually went to bed. my weekends are predictable, but i like them.

forgot to mention I went back and switched it off.

got trashed (really trashed) at a party on Saturday night.

finally came down with this cold that's been going around yesterday.

seems like an overall DUD, but I am reading LOTR for the first time which is helping me through it all quite a bit. Geeking out is truly the best medicine for "real" life. May have to watch Peeping Tom *with* the Laura Mulvey commentary track tonight!

So went my raver's weekend.....

Saturday: Cared for sick wife. Did some dishes. Sang in a holiday concert at a Greek orthodox church. Made $100.

Sunday: Sang in church. Made $50. Went home and did some computer shit. Sang in another holiday concert at GO church. Made $100. Drove a couple of people home. Came home and watched [Survivor winner] win Survivor. Slept.

Dan's Guide for a Carefree Life, clearly.

(Knew your concerts would go well, Master P. But only $17 for 2 concerts? Sad. Wish Queen P. my best. How's she doing?)

Saturday - got up around 2pm, lazed around on computer/watched skateboarding videos. around 10pm went out with friends to see SL1CK 57. Started a tab and as the night progressed bought more and more random people drinks. Blacked out sometime after buying the band and myself Tuaca shots.

Sunday - woke up at 11 am in clothes near pile of puke minus glasses and purse. thankfully i was in my own house and alone. Stayed in bed all day hiding from reality of my embarrassing drunkeness. 8:30, watched season finale of "Viva La Bam". Had cyber-sex with my ex. Watched "Secretary". finally passed out.

We haven't had one of these for a while.

My weekend has been obsessed with Midnight Cowboy: first I re-read the book (and decided to purchase some OOP James Leo Herlihy books via Abe), then I watched the film.

Now I'm in work avoidance mode, trying to force myself to get down to something I should have written up and circulated for comment by Friday.

Friday, watched some TV, dicked around on the interwebs, drank some wine. Went to bed.

Saturday, watched Celtic v Falkirk, slept for a bit, went to pub, went to friend's house, drank lots of wine, ate some curry and watched Lara Croft 2 on TV and Idiocracy on DVD. Got taxi home, watched crap music TV for a while, fell asleep on couch.

Today: Had a hangover, read the Sunday papers, tidied the house a bit, roasted a chicken, watched old episodes of Top Gear on the telly, just finished watching Doctor Who The Christmas Invasion and am currently watching an old re-run of the West Wing.

Friday: Flew home from CA, met by Mr. Jaq at airport, sushi for dinner, caught up on stuff, read, decompressed

Saturday: Up too early, pantry/freezer shopping, cleaned up kitchen, cooked lunch and dinner, gorged on fresh figs and ice cream, laundry, FINNALY beat DTD, read

Sunday: Made dutch baby and bacon for breakfast, read papers, scoured ads for nothing much, produce and egg shopping later, need to start more preserved lemons, generally hanging about drinking endless cups of tea and reading and looking for excuses not to finish the laundry/clean bathroom.

boring boring boring

(also sometime on Saturday, lost ability to spell and use spellchecker...)

bob was 'i'm walking here' improvised when a real car went past at the wrong moment? i like to think so. amazing that of that whole script *that's* the bit that became the most famous.

Friday night: walked on treadmill 5+ miles, watched some of a movie, did laundry

Saturday: went to see Les Miserables, did some shopping for my daughter's birthday, in the evening went to an engagement party for friends

Sunday: slept late, walked on treadmill 5+ miles. Tonight I'm going to make some nut bars, do laundry, hang out with my husband and kids, and probably watch some tv or movie thing. Oh, I'd like to sneak some reading in, too.

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Apparently it's disputed whether it was improvised or not...but it's certainly not a scene in the book, and it looks improvised to me. There are a number of other improvisions that Hoffman makes during the film. A great performance.

Friday: watched the remake of the Stepford Wives. It was fucking godawful.

Saturday: worked during the day, because I did feck all work during the actual work week.

Sunday: played with the kittens, made nice Italian food for dinner, watched TV.

But later, about 2am, we're planning to go down the beach to look at the meteor shower.

Friday: Stayed in, watched last episodes of Sopranos.

Saturday: The Rave.

The right decisions.

Friday: got boozed on Polish beers, met a buddy's "friends from uni", they were pretty tedious.

Saturday: Avoided a co-worker's 40th like the plague, stayed in with gf, watched Blue Velvet.

Sunday: Watched Bourne Ultimatum (dodge t0rr3nt cam action but still ok quality), had quite a few beers, ate dodgy lamb korma, played drunk counter strike (??????????????)

friday: cheap wine + _Zardoz_

saturday: hung out with visiting friend, wandered around zine convention, had great food, did birthday karaoke

sunday: recover from birthday karaoke, watch _Westworld_, not too much else

friday: worked all day/night, went for *one* (HAHA - NOT) drink with good mate. got accosted by very good-looking stranger while heading to meet friend. his name was myles and he was english. cuet but weird-ish. got nicely drunk and had big heart-to-heart with good mate adam. waxed philosophical on the meaning of life. came home and posted stupid stuff on ile.

sat: worked 13 hours. felt kinda rubbish-y but not suicidal. made nefarious attempts to boost my chances of winning the fuk-poll on ile.

sun: pretty-fied my bedroom. now it looks like a turkish boudoir. lazed till i had to go to work. came home and had heart-to-heart with housemate who has just been dumped (by my bestfriend's cousin).

intermittently felt miserable about the state of relations btw myself and overseas love-crush.

Oh yeah, I watched Stepford Wives on Friday despite warning from accentmonkey that it was v. v. bad. It wasn't very good, I will concede.

fri: got drunk w. dr vick :D
sat: got drunk at poptimism XD
sun: watched "this is england" :\

Oh yeah, d0wnloaded This Is England too, but wasn't in teh mood
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fri i got drunk in van nuys
sat i got drunk in studio city and saw SEUSSICAL THE MUSICAL during the day which was terrible.
today im going to see mike watt and saccrine trust at a punk rock bbq then going to see sly and robbie.

actually this is england is pretty good but it is NOT eg jolly

yeah i hear that.

Fri: saw corny indie band, got drunk, flirted shamelessly, ate patty melt & hash browns at 3:00am

Sat: mowed the yard, painted hallway, went to the gym, went to lesbian pool party, got mad lifted, met some friends for drinks and bad mexican, went to rock show at dive bar but missed the opening band I wanted to see, left and went to other rock show at other dive bar. Considered patty melt & hash browns, wisely opted against it.

Sun: went with ex & her dogs to the park, nursed hangover, listened to
Jimmie Rodgers. considering cleaning the house, will probably opt against it.

Friday, finished last big project for a few weeks. Cussed a lot.

Saturday, moved daughter back to college (to get more knowledge). Had average Japanese food for lunch. Started a scrabulous game with Dan P.

Sunday, started reading latest Samuel Delany novel, helped clueless old ladies (incl. my mother) with their computer problems. Sonic coney and onion rings for dinner. If I remember, I'll go look at shooting stars tonight.

which delany novel?

fri: day off!! got up at midday, shopped for mundane clothing, drank. knocked over three bosses in shadow of the colossus.

sat: got up around 1-ish, shopped for exciting clothing, bought records, went home, drank, read internets.

sun: got up around 1-ish again. (need to start getting up earlier and making use of weekend.) housework, trip to supermarket for chicken etc. watched tv, finished shadow of the colossus.

Dark Reflections — non-genre, semiautobiographical, extremely sad. Dude's not at all happy about getting old.
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basically this:

fuck a personal statement. FUCK a personal statement. FUUUUUUCK a personal statement

-- Hurting 2, Sunday, August 12, 2007 7:01 PM (2 hours ago) Bookmark Link

Friday: worked from home due to feeling somewhat stressed out with life. Went clubbing. It was boring. Got drunk. Came home and got more drunk.
Saturday: somewhat hung over and miserable. Slept on and off. Got down over things I'm not talking about on here. Went to bed early with teddy bear and sadness.
Sunday: furious anger, ranted at ex for no real reason because of mess in my house (long story). Cleaned up house furiously, burned off anger. Watched FOTC a lot. Remained rather depressed. Tooled around in fruityloops in the evening. Had slight breakdown. Went to bed miserable.

Yeah my life's a bundle of joy.

This weekend felt like college.
Friday Came home early from work did nothing slept.
Saturday woke up early rented car, bought couch, had lunch, picked up friends, played mini-golf, went to Epcot center-esque Chinese eatery complex, went to friends' house, drank beer while watching others drink absynthe, smoked husband's birthday gift from friends, at pizza, passed out.
Today woke up and went to pub for lunch with friends, went home smoked up, slept. Woke up, smoked up, took bath, read internets, got some, ate more pizza, smoked more and watched movie.
All in all - very fun but lazy.

worked. slept. rode the subway.

made out with underaged german skateboarder

what does mad lifted mean?

really high?

friday: can't remember. worked during the day. oh yes, watched last eps of Veronica Mars S3. hence the "cant remember" -> i'm in denial about the fact there's no more VM. bah
saturday: worked during the dat, well, i was in the shop. evening: went to BBQ. tried to withhold snippy comments (very hard to do, but managed), was introduced to VERY clevah guy (writes for Guardian Unfree or something),...
sunday: felt crap due to staying up late. went to sleep at around 4-ish and woke up next morning.

all in all grebt weekend discounting tiredness and headache.

i cant finf y9ur lastfm login n3ed raggett whatthtehekc

friday: went to ed's house after work, caught up and ate nummy bean thing, then to corsica studios (ok venue, band good, place full of awful awful horrible sickmaking people so ran away as soon as band were over)

saturday: went to field day in victoria park (fantastic idea, great line up, great location, appalling execution (everyone spent all day queueing for everything)), went to poptimism (was in to weird a mood to appreciate it, bah)

sunday: friends came to house and we sat in garden and had a barbecue and drank lots of gin and giggled a lot

friday - stayed in most of the night, had a late drink with a friend and decided to have whisky at last orders. Watched Halloween.

saturday - spent all day photographing buildings in my local town, and then the evening on photoshop etc.

sunday - fishing all day, caught lots of nice bream and watched a cool heron eat a large perch on the bank next to me. went for couple at last orders.

It all sounds a lot less exhaustive now, but i feel knackered today.

Friday - finished work, sat in a beer garden for a couple of hours, went for a pretty average curry. F decided she was watching the remake of The Stepford Wives, which was so bad I decided to go back out to the pub. Played a bit of pool badly.
Saturday - watched the latest Doctor Who dvd releases (Time-Flight not nearly as bad as its reputation, Arc Of Infity a pretty confused mess). Went for a nice late lunch, where a cat was very very interested in my crab salad. Watched the snoozefest that was Villa/Liverpool with some mates of both persuasions. Made some tartiflette for supper and listened to The Monkees.
Sunday - had an early birthday as we are on holiday when it's my actual birthday. I HAS A WII, YAY. Played on that for a couple of hours, then cheese on toast for lunch (with the French smoked cheese with ham that's made for cheese on toast) while watching the last couple of docs from the Who DVDs. Pottered in the garden for a little bit then went to the supermarket for a couple of things. Stopped for a quick pint on the way back, which turned into a slightly longer one as more friends turned up. Pizza for dinner, random shite on telly.

Friday: cleaned up flat in preparation for (small) party. Then had a few beers while putting hours of music on ipod for said party.

Saturday: WOO PARTY! Weather stayed decent enough to have BBQ. Everyone seemed to have a good time. I'm not used to being a host! Everyone had left by about 3am so continued to drink and post nonsense to ILX for an hour.

Sunday: slept all day! Got up about 4pm still feeling like shit. Had McD's about 7 which helped. Lazy day.

i'm scared pooless of ever having to host a party like that. well done!

Friday: Couple of sneaky pints after work then made beef stroganoff for dinner. Stayed up too late playing F.E.A.R. and giving myself teh FEAR.
Saturday: Bought a pile of 2nd hand books at a local fête. Watch Celtic win 4-1 (yay!). Went to rainy BBQ party with some excellent grilled fish (trout, salmon, sea bass, tuna steaks, some other stuff) and got very drunk on beer and wine.
Sunday: Took the kids to see Transformers, which exploded a lot. They have yet to ask me what 'masturbating', 'boned' and 'mating' mean.

Friday: day of horribleness where I probably should not have bothered to go out at all. Oddly tired and fractious and desperately in need of a QNI.

Saturday: worked on farmer's market stall so early start, and came home with lots of veg, free bread, and two different forms of PIE. Mmmmm, pie. Tired fractiousness quelled slightly by wine, ibuprofen, moo shu chicken with pancakes and housemate in a good mood with lots of DVDs.

Sunday: At the mercy of friend's newborn baby's sleeping "schedule" we meet three hours later than originally planned but baby is LOVELY and makes serious, WTF?-ish faces all the time. Friend had a shit time with a complicated, near-fatal birth (for both of them) but now looks the picture of health, and all signs good with her daughter. Spend loads of time catching up so miss Emsk's garden party.

They have yet to ask me what 'masturbating', 'boned' and 'mating' mean.

haha i was with a couple kids too and witnessing their silence assumed they already knew.

near-fatal birth

Must resist asking what happened. Must resist.