rawk / oof

Friday, 9:30pm -- Drinks and tomfoolery at spitcurl's with several other silly people.

Friday, 11:00pm -- X-Mortis de los Muertos at ManRay.

Saturday, 3:00am -- Bedtime.

Saturday, 9:18am -- Wake up with tequila hangover, find mikespe on my porch. Wait for fudjo. Eat breakfast with both at True Grounds.

Saturday, 11:38am -- Begin driving to Montreal with Fudjo, Mikespe, and hangover.

Saturday, 2:45pm -- Visit Fudjo's parents. Meet Smudge, their exceptionally good new cat. Fudjo picks up his Dr. Who tapes (original and new season), along with some Blake's 7. I hear it sucks, but at least it's really depressing.

Saturday, 7:00pm -- Arrive at BG's (Does he have an LJ?) [Edit: evildrgo] apartment in Montreal.

Saturday, 7:30pm -- Dinner at Copoli. Surprisingly good coffee. Hangover finally goes away.

Saturday, 8:30pm -- To Métropolis for Elektra 6ix, featuring FRONT 242. Rock the fuck out from start to finish.

Sunday, 1:00am -- Drenched in sweat, go directly to some very nice Canadian fellows' apartment for a party.

Sunday, 2:20am -- Back at BG's for sleep.

Sunday, 9:15am -- Rise, brush teeth, wash face, wake Mikespe and Fudjo.

Sunday, 9:52am -- Depart for the greater Boston area.

Sunday, 1:00pm -- Eat fiddleheads-and-mozzarella omelet at family restaurant in New Hampshire. Never had fiddleheads before. They're very good.

Sunday, 4:00pm -- Re-enter greater Boston area. Drop off fellow road-trippers.

Sunday, 5:00pm -- Get home. Wrap a gift. Look at internet porn. Take a nap. Shave and wash up.

Sunday, 8:10pm -- Depart for fancy-ass dinner with mrzero and friends.

Sunday, 11:40pm -- Waddle out of restaurant. Drive Mrzero home.

Monday, 12:00am -- Get home. Decide that the coming week will feature a lot of sleeping, spring water, fresh vegetables, and zero alcohol.


Summary -- This has been a very demanding, but very good weekend.