Started the weekend out by going to a party that I wasn't really excited about, although it turned out to be not so bad. I'm always surprised when Eddie seems so happy to see me. I like Eddie. And I'm glad he's happy to see me. I am happy to see him. So everything is just fine.
Then, of course, there are all the people who I know by name, but don't really know why I know them by name and don't really talk to them because they never seem like they have any desire to talk to me. And, I guess I really don't have any desire to talk to them.
It was Friday. Corona was my drink of choice.
Saturday morning my dad called me up in pain. He was in search of some sympathy and a ride to the oral surgeon. He had already ridden his bicycle to the dentist, since mom is away with her car and Nick took the other car to DC. So, the morning was spent in a doctor's office, waiting for my dad. It was not a problem.
We saw Minority Report, which was entertaining, but corny. And there was so much bad acting.
Sunday morning brunch. Kate and I were early. Tony was on time. Bill and Kieran were late. Although we were invited, we decided not to go to the leather fest.
We did wind up going to the Met. That's always a winner. We strolled through all of our favorite sections. We checked out the exhibits, which were very crowded.
Then we went over to Arthur's to watch the show on which he worked. And we got to chat and gossip and do all those mean things that I usually don't do, but was in the mood for last night.
Had trouble falling asleep. And now I'm tired. And lazy.
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