Working on a fairly lengthy and wholly self-congratulatory/loathing (it's an art form, I'll admit) Weekend Listening, but it's currently so much more digressive than they usually are that I need to pound it through the magic syntax machine a bit before I release it into the wild. If I can't get it ordered and sensible tomorrow, I'll hold it for next weekend and instead give you another Dave @ 24 entry in a couple of days. So it's win/win for you. Or lose/lose, depending on your tolerance for such things. Still, logic dictates that if you can't stand the Dave, why subject yourself to the Rambler, which is the Dave at my Daviest. Third person references included.
I only alluded to it briefly yesterday, but Yesenia and I were in the city very late; she to attend the bachelorette party of Mariangela (dunno if I'm spelling this right!) and me hanging out with Ansley, the future groom in the equation. Ans and I went out to a loud and unsatisfying mexican place with his brother Bran and girlfriend, and afterwards we all complained about the selection of restaurant and tried to pin the blame of its choosing on each other. In other words, a classic Kopperman/Lancourt evening, and worth every penny.
Bran and GF Samantha retired, and Ans and I walked back to his new apartment and waited with video games for the girls to return, which they did, thoroughly pickled, at around three. Mariangela then declared her undying love for her dog and Ansely (in exactly that order), and Fiona drunkenly managed to complete 'My Name is Jonas' on the medium setting in Guitar Hero III, which I'll admit was sort of impressive.
Today was a day of mostly nothing, save for a couple of loads of laundry - taking advantage of the sunny weather to dry them out on the line. Using that clothesline is beginning to become a serious 'thing' for me - I'm wondering how late in the year I can keep it going. The clothes dry superfast - pretty much within an hour - and they come out completely wrinkle-free. What a technological wonder, this washline. Our current line had been getting slack, so I gave it another period snip and retying, but I cut it about an inch too short and have to go get a new line. Which isn't so sad, since it was carrying about six years worth of funk on it.
BTW: Thanks to a prodding from Karl, I finally told Blogger what my time zone is. Now the time at the bottom of each Rambler accurately reflects the time it was posted, EST. I'd say ironically, 'in case anyone cared,' but Karl brought it up, so it's apparent someone did care.