Weekend

They say that friends are the family you choose for yourself. Well let me tell you…

On Thursday, Beth and Paul invited me out for part of the weekend, and having been cramped up in my condo for two weeks, I jumped at the chance. Actually, Paul suggested coming out Thursday night and helping him do some cooking before Beth got back from her business trip, and I was happy to help.

Reggie had some trouble, though. He kept running around the house looking for Beth. At one point, he went upstairs and scratched on the bedroom door. He didn’t completely settle down until she got back.

It’s been a good time. We’ve eaten well and played Rockband. I completely suck at this, partially because I don’t know the music particularly well.

I’ve been playing with Twitter the past couple of days. I signed up for it ages ago but never really used it. 

I’ve been watching airfares to Pittsburgh. Reggie and I need to make a trip to see Sarah pretty soon. She was pretty upset that my parents came up without her, especially since they promised they’d bring her the next time they came to see Uncle Mike. I’m kind of glad she didn’t come up for that trip because I think she would have been bored just hanging out at the hospital and my condo all weekend, especially since I don’t get Boomerang.  We can sit and watch that for hours together. Anyway, we need to make a trip pretty soon.

Tomorrow, I’m going to stop by Home Depot at some point and buy myself a gas grill. Its totally a testosterone thing, and I’m perfectly okay with that. While I really want a super mega grill that would do Bobby Flay proud, I’m still renting my place and want to get something that won’t be a total loss if I have to downsize again.

Last weekend, several friends went to a wedding in New York. I know the groom, but not enough to call him a friend. It turns out that the bride knows Wil Wheaton rather well, and he was at the wedding with his wife. So I know somebody who knows somebody famous. That still makes me a nobody, except for in my own little head, but that’s okay.