February 12th

Sunday night. The end of another uneventful weekend. I seem to remember my youth being much more exciting.

Friday night I went to my friend Goody's house. We played video games and then went to the fabulous 50's Lounge for a few drinks. It was okay. The talent was...lacking. The place has gone down hill steadily since the first time we went last Summer.

Saturday I went to a birthday party for my 2 year-old nephew. It was lovely. Cake and ice cream.

I got a series of late night text messages last night. Having recently had my phone stolen, I didn't recognize the number. I received and responded to six messages before I asked just who the hell I was conversing with. It was Sheryl. She had had a few glasses of wine.

Sunday we had a god damn blizzard. I had to dig my car out of 2 feet of snow with my hands. Not fun.

I had a long conversation with my friend tonight. She recently moved to Boston. She's working at a job that's beneath her and she's getting very discouraged. I think she's pretty typical of a lot of women. She doesn't realize that a temporary "professional setback" is no reflection upon her abilities nor a harbinger of what the future holds. She has a very promising interview Wednesday, I hope she does well.

I get paid this week, woohoo! Planning to go to the "great New England Boat Show", and 80's Night at Nostalgias in Quincy Sunday night. President's Day is next Monday so I have all day to recover. Real nice...