It’s lovely outside today. Although it was chilly on the way to work, the wind wasn’t half as bitey as it’s been lately. Busch Gardens opens next weekend. Hello, spring. It’s good to see you again.
This weekend I watched Prabir’s band play with one of the most horrible bands I’ve ever seen. It was like if a band played all of the silly, nonsensical parts in Aerosmith songs, just strung together with nothing else to give it substance.
On Saturday Noel and I introduced the boys to some thrift stores on the southside, as well as the infamous Super Flea. They didn’t need any giant t-shirts or paintings of leopards, so no one really bought anything. But as always, it was still fun. Saturday night we played Cranium at Fred and Katie’s, and then met up with the lovely and talented Jay Menapace, that scourge of the northeast. We ended up watching Groundhog Day, which is still amazing.
Yesterday we brunched at Mom & Dad’s, and then watched Weird Science (Kelly LeBrock still pwns you: a brunette with legs that don’t end and the brain of Einstein.), crashed out for a while, and then ran errands and fixed tacos. Capped off with some Metalocalypse, it was another lovely weekend.