Was this past weekend the best weekend ever?

Therefore the next weekend could go either way ~

I won £12 this weekend.

In other words, no, but I have some great weekends coming up!

spent weekend *exhausted from jetlag and overwork, and facing another lightning-fast trip to LA tomorrow. my computer broke on sunday, so i lost all saturday's work. worked double hard snuday, still working today to meet deadlines... also spent sunday sending 'apology' emails to people i hoped to meet next week and now have to blow out for work trip.
but... this was the first weekend of being single that didn't feel like *hell, that felt right. i thought about the crap i won't have to deal with anymore. i thought about possibilities, about having fun. it was *positive.

1. Hung out with co-workers after work for the first time ever on Friday. I know some people avoid this kind of thing, but it actually helps me feel less alienated from my job. Plus, some of my co-workers are kind of cool -- it's just not a very social work environment. So a couple of PBRs and some nachos and some office gossip: nice.

2. Pitchfork vs. The Fader at Sonotheque later that night. Awesome. Spent much of the first hour drinking more PBRs while standing against the wall, listening to scott pl. spin. Which was fine. But after he was done in the booth, chatted with him for a while, said hi to Ryan, and then introduced myself to Jessica, Julianne, and Miles, right as the dance action was starting in earnest. Music writer networking plus hot beats and ass-shaking: awesome. Then I went home and started two drunken ILM threads about it.

3. Had lunch with my mom on Saturday in the suburbs and left with her old car, which I can now drive around the city. I celebrated my first automobile CD player by listening to Shuggie Otis and Donald Fagen on the way back home.

4. SHORT SPRINGTIME HAIRCUT. I miss the curls, but sometimes ya gotta be drastic. (And they'll show up in no time.)

5. Kick-ass rock show on Saturday night with the Fake Fictions and the Nueva Cats. The Cats were tight and kinda reminded me of the Young Marble Giants, but with the girlish naivete of Moe Tucker's VU songs. Fake Fictions rocked as usual. Ran into an old co-worker (who knows the FF drummer), whose boyfriend and I had a good conversation about art and stuff.

6. Played a totally low-key show with Canasta at the WLUW Record Fair on early Sunday afternoon. Didn't even mind taking the bus there and back, because it was such a lovely day. Said hi to a dude whose record label I interned for seven years ago: remarkably, he remembered me! This will maybe be advantageous in the future.

7. Saw Phoenix and Dogs Die in Hot Cars at the Metro last night. Phoenix was good but played virtually the same set as the Double Door a few months ago. Also, I can't tell if I like the lead singer's total rock star act or not. I thought I did, but he also sorta seems like a dick, maybe. Dogs Die in Hot Cars, though, was quite beguiling. The singer looks sorta like Tim Buckley, and the lead guitarist like Stephen Malkmus, but the music is totally like circa-1982 XTC. I kept thinking the next song was going to be "No Thugs in Our House." And they're Scottish. Fun.

It can't be all downhill from here. There's too much sunshine to look forward to.

Opportunity squandered. Still, good weekend - but lacked hops.

! Through this weekend? Let me e-mail you cause if you're free on Friday night...

Friday: A-Frames record release party. Fun fun rock rock, seeing people I haven't seen in ages.

Saturday night: Party at Morley timmons watching the Minor Thirds play live. Fun Fun strum strum sing sing munch munch Bruschietta Brischietta!

Sunday evening: slept in majorly.. record buying (found the Warhead album.. the Weirdos' experimental electronic side release from 1981), met up with a friend for Ethiopian, walked home. aaah.

saturday - awful awful awful hangover of death, unproductive work day, margaritas and nachos at night, promptly to bed

sunday - v. productive work day, falafels in the park, up very late doing work

good weekend over all. all the bad stuff was countered somewhat by the high i'm getting from my NEW SPRING HAIRCUT!! (which i got like a week ago but the high hasn't worn off yet)

Friday was card games and list games and conversation with my friend Sara, who will be getting married this coming Saturday and moves the day after to an outlying almost-suburb of Chicago. Fun, though I was exhausted.

Worked Saturday morning. Put off writing all afternoon while napping and re-editing house music on Peak. Eventually went to Oak Street to catch The World and Seventh Heaven which, like the weekend, were both well above average (though I was sort of disappointed that the former didn't change my life like Rosenbaum seemed to be promising).

Sunday, again work. There were auditions at my TV station (where the sexy twink PA continues to taunt me with his perfectly sculpted calves) for David Letterman's stupid pet/human tricks and, thus, I saw lots of cute dogs roaming the halls. Finally finished writing on Uncle Sam and began watching Daughters of Darkness before meeting with a perspective roommate: a Spanish class friend of my confirmed roommate. We all hit it off, more or less, and I (finally) found myself getting excited for the prospect of moving once again.

Good weekend. Nothing bad happened other than my car's "check engine" light flipping on again, periodically.

Sunday's hangover not so good.

Saturday I went to this party and saw a band called The Vibrolas that were awesome and introduced every song as their last song. Another band that played earlier were horrible and had a ridiculous name that I can't remember, but suddenly were supercool for 2 minutes because they played "Eye of the Tiger".

Sunday I tried to do yardwork and got really tired really quick (not to mention got some kinda sun-rash on my neck), so I played video games, and later watched Arrested Development. And laughed. Then the weekend was done.

Overall, good.

ned - can you believe it, i fly home friday lunchtime??

this weekend = mucho time jetlagged on long haul flight home, jetlag, and some more jetlag.