So as not to dwell on tragedy, I will recount the happy things we did this weekend.

Friday night we had an amazing fresh Alaskan (from Alaska!) salmon dinner as caught and prepared by one Matt Frost himself. Then the Frosts and the WhitPaolos attended the summer’s last Mixers, Elixirs, and IMAX at the HMNS, courtesy of the generous Ms. Jamie Glover. We got to see the amazing Deep Sea 3D IMAX, and I lost the over/under of the number of times people would reach out in front of their faces during the movie. I chose under 5.5 and lost by quite a bit, thanks to the girls sitting next to Shannon. Then the gang retired to the Ginger Man to debate the finer issues of the Wizarding World (INFRASTRUCTURE!) and enjoy some snooty beers and a plate of meats and cheeses.

Saturday night Danny and I attended a gathering at Aaron Johnson’s (also his roomies’ Brent’s and Mark’s though Mark wasn’t there) and enjoyed yummy “twice baked chocolate cake” since Aaron preheated the oven forgetting that the cakes were already baked, iced, and stored inside so as to be out of the way. Smoke everywhere, but the cakes were melty delicious. We met a crowd of new folks, as we always do when Aaron has a party. Then we all went to Little Woodrow’s, only to discover they are no longer hosting Big Ass Beer Nights on Saturdays. Which is the only reason we ever went there anyways. There aren’t any other good drink specials in Midtown on the weekends. Paying full price sucks when Big Ass Beers were $1.75!

Sunday was spent completely lounging around, recovering from the emotional Friday/Saturday events that fell before and after and in between all the good stuff. I only got out of my jammies to walk to the corner coffee shop for a mint iced tea. It was quite nice. Oh, and we watched The Illusionist, which is not even comparable to “the other magician movie”, The Prestige. See The Prestige, skip The Illusionist. The Illusionist would have been so much better had it been a movie based on the life of Gob Bluth.

So, there you have it, we had a lovely weekend, all things considered. I don’t want to keep posting things that make people feel sad and awkward. So there’s a bit of a fresh, positive note. I wrote that as much for me as I did for you. And yes, my blog posts are like journal entries, because I am not the type to write about Big Ideas. I write my posts to let my friends and family know what I am up to, since we don’t talk every day. And I think they appreciate that. I think. Whatevs.