This is a holiday weekend. How do I know? Not because of the calendar, silly–but because I have even LESS to do than usual. I went out with some pals from work and met a guy. Well, I guess you would say “man” since he’s a fair bit older than I am. Anyway, he asked for my email and I gave it to him. This morning, I got an email asking me out for later–details to come. It’s 5pm, and no details have come. Ha! It’s all good, I’d rather watch RotS again, anyway.

[Edit: OK, got an email. One hour’s notice to go hang at the bar. Uh, maybe I’m wrong, but I’m not in the mood to rush around getting ready and on the road. Since it’s about a 20min drive, I have even less time to get ready. I’m thinking I’m going to pass which will undoubtedly ruin any chance. *shrug*]