Saturday was a fairly jacked up day... overly hot.. overly humid.. and I had to hang at the sprint store... again... to get my phone fixed. That's about five visits in the last three months. Four new phones now.

Regardless I sweated my ass over to my buddy's place and hung out there in the heat and humidity with his mom, her sister, and my buddy's girlfriend's kid. That was dandy but damn it it was seven pm and I hadn't gotten my list of things done that day.

So I was totally going to the store. I need groceries.

As I am heading homeward Bossman texts me about his newly minted single status and wanting to 'tear it up tonight'. Through a series of bungled texts, jacked up time frames, and me dozing off nothing materializes. So I head up to the 'box to get something to eat... assist in cleaning up an overflown toilet... attempt to lure Bossman out to the 'box with the promise of a paid bar tab and a ride home... and that ends up in fail. He ended up his evening sitting at home because the rest of the world was lame and just started cooking rice. *sigh* What ev.

Last call comes and Paul the Cook advocated he wanted to head to the Playhouse because *his* girlfriend broke up with him that day. Through a sheer quantity of booze and grogginess I accept and off we go.

An hour and forty-five minutes we were there... and I spent a hundred and twenty five dollars. The playhouse has changed quite a bit... one giant connected stage across the whole place... about seven or eight poles...

So a fucked up day in terms of syncing up with folks, expensive evening, and I still got jack done today being that I got home at 4.30am.