My weekend will consist of this:
Friday night:
- Drinks after work (I might have to cancel this).
- Pick up tickets for City Stages.
- See mom before she leaves to Indiana(?) for a month of school. Her occupation? Permanent student. She’s been in some kind of school or class my whole life. I predict she will possibly die in a classroom somewhere when she’s 90.
- Hang out with the Sister, maybe at Caldwell Park watching the Alabama Symphony Orchestra.
Saturday:
- US v. Italy
- City Stages (Snoop Dogg!)
- I need to get one good run in at some point today.
- Clean house.
Sunday:
- Stay at home? That would be nice.
- Oh yeah, and take my roomie to the airport.
- Stay at home. Please?
- Clean house.
I finally received some inspiration (Thanks Rick!) and have been working on the scarf. I can see it in my mind’s eye. Now that I have the vision, the reality is not so far behind.
Good work Rick!
Oh, and Saturday night you have to pretend you are partying with us here in California.
So I tried over and over in vain to leave you comments on Myspace. Stupid Myspace. The thing I want to know is if the Symphony is free. If it is, I want to go very much.
Awesome. Let’s go. Sorry about SF, but I know what it means to be broker than you though. It means life sucks a fat one.