My weekend in a nutshell:
Friday: Watch the Illini game, work a little, chiropractor, cheesecake factory with Julie, drink sour apple martini, drink raspberry martini (with real raspberries), eat, see Taking Lives, talk about how Angelina Jolie is in every freaking movie out now.
Saturday: Get up early, eat cheesecake for breakfast, watch Crossing Jordan at an hour that doesn't exist on Saturdays (7:30 am), write about 8 pages in my notebook and feel cathartic while watching the WPT, chat with Julie who stayed over about how the dude Paul on TV does not look good without hair, lose money at video poker in Elgin, go do lots of errand shopping, buy myself a People magazine as a guilty pleasure, make key lime bars, watch more basketball, get picked up by Jason, go see The Passion of the Christ, cry a lot along with the rest of the theater, go to fondue, Jason chats up Derek the bartender, he gives us free samples of stuff, drink sour apple martini with chocolate coating, drink blue snowcone martini (which really does taste like a blue snow cone), have fondue, drink long island iced tea with chambord floater, blame Derek for making me drunk, make the waitress laugh at how goofy we are, get poured into the car, get driven home, get poured into bed, cry because I hate being that drunk, and probably some reaction from the movie there, too. Fall asleep.
Sunday: thank my lucky stars I never get hang overs, pull myself out of bed and get me and the key lime bars to choir practice and church and wish I was sleeping instead, go to going away brunch for a choir member, have people rave about my key lime bars (if only they knew how easy they were), miss most of 1st half of Illini game, get home for 2nd half and watch it, think about going to the boats, nap instead, and then go to the boats, win $144 at poker, lose $120 at video poker, decide I'm never playing video poker again, stop by Jason's house since it's on the way home and go to Super K, and borrow his Zen and the Art of Poker book, drive home, sleep.