Clubbing on Friday was good times. Was up way too late, even though we Metro'ed down to the Black Cat and all. But there was a good horde of people there, some in gigantic sparkly shoes and all. Fun was had. The crowd was a little more yuppie than I remember, but it's been years since I was down in those parts. On the way home, M. was chatting up strangers on the Metro, which was entertaining. She always manages to run into the cool people to talk to, whereas I am just occasionally approached by crazy people, like the lady who was trying to tell me that Trans Ams have atomic engines.
Yesterday was pretty low key. As noted, bebe was ill, so we mostly hung around the house convalescing. Didn't get the reading that I wanted to do yesterday done, and today's looking unlikely as well. Murr. Might have to write this weekend off as less than productive early.
More later, or so.