This weekend promises to be the Busiest. Weekend. Ever. What with packing and moving and unpacking and possibly music and movies and definitely a housewarming party (to attend, not to throw) . . . I'll be looking forward to work on Monday so I can sit down. Then Monday night is my yoga class and Tuesday is open mic, so it won't be until Wednesday that I get to have a normal evening in my new place. (Sunday doesn't count because I'll be dead from the party the night before, and I'll still be settling in.) Lacey, it seems, will be out of town from Monday through Thursday, so I'm going to have a few days of the house to myself. Shame I'll be too busy to enjoy it.
I forgot to say anything about open mic this past Tuesday. Despite a rather subdued mood in many, I quite enjoyed myself. It wasn't so much, this time, that I was outwardly "having fun", it was more that I was just feeling comfortable. I think that's what it was. Saw Adrian from UMBC for the first time since . . . well, certainly since before I graduated. I was really surprised to see him, and even more to be remembered. Spent some time just watching and listening to people around me. Just before I left, I had a conversation with the Weasley, whose name turns out to be Andrew. He knows a lot more about sloths than I do.
I like Tuesdays because I get hugs.
Today I was treated to Mexican food for lunch. Now I'm sleepy and ready to go home.
