My weekend was busy,

I went out on Friday night, went to a lounge somthing similar to what I might have done in Arizona, 'cept the people were younger and even better dressed, and even more hip. The drinks were even more expensive, only French and Italian wines, and we started at 10PM instead of 7pm. I wonder why I do that kind of thing. Just looking over the lounge seeing a bunch of youngsters drinking champagne, trying to dance in a really crowded place. Strange to say the least. Who's got the money for all that kind of stuff?

Anyhow, my co-worker was hung over, so he spent the night at my place, we went out for breakfast, then my housemate had planned to go to see the ocean, sit on the rocks and have a late afternoon snack. So we packed up and headed for Nahant, an peninsula which looked promising. We shouldn't have even bothered, only after realizing that it was a locals only town, and wondering why they just don't put a gate and a guardhouse on the only road leading to town, to save us the trouble of figuring out that we can't go to the beaches there.

We found another beach, and then enjoyed our lunch. I'd brought my wet suit, and tried to go swimming, but it was still too cold. We went home, my housemate, his girlfriend and the other housemates she lives with came over, mixed some drinks, we ate a bit more, drank some wine and talked.

This morning, woke up late, my housemate went out walking as part of a fundraiser, I took my bike out, and headed around in the hills. Too many flat tires, and having to flag down someone to give me a lift to the bike shop didn't help too much for my desire to actually ride this thing and reduce my gut a bit.

Got back, saw my housemate plopped on the couch, watching basketball with his friends, eating pizza. Tired from walking the Boston "Walk For Hunger." Somene noted how much litter a thing like that generates. Went to church, talked to the usual crowd a bit, got falafels, came back, and found one of my friends had come back again to my house to bake some sort of cake. He's got an amazing recipe, which might put the woman who actually charges for cakes to shame. Then again it's all about consistancy.

Let's see things I still have to do now, got to work on the car, put in my spring plantings, get my motorcycle on the road, not to mention clean the house and do my grocery shopping for the week.

Dang it, too many toys, not enough time to play!