Been meaning to get to this, but I’ve been busy and neglecting this poor blog, so how about some weekend recappery to feed the beast?
On Friday, I went down to Covington, Nate in tow, for a much-anticipated Screeching Weasel show. Screeching Weasel is an excellent band, and one of my favorite, but I’ve never had the opportunity to see them play live, mostly because a) they’d been broken up for the last ten years, and b) even when they were together, they rarely played shows. So finally getting to see them perform was really awesome.
Also awesome was hanging out with Todd, a friend whom I hadn’t seen in years, and who was also at the show. I ended up spending the evening catching up with Todd — and his lovely wife Kelly — while listening to the dulcet tones of punk rock.
Then on Saturday night I attended the party portion of Sarah’s bachelorette party. And, yes, I do know that bachelorette parties are generally for women. But Sarah has been one of my best friends for over a decade, so an exception was made for me.
There were eight or so people there, I believe. We played some fairly complex drinking-themed card game, the name of which currently escapes me. Drunk me had to learn a vast and myriad number of rules, but it seems sober me no longer remembers those, either.
I was also forced to play Twister, a game that my very flexible self excels at. (That’s sarcasm right there, if you missed it.) The game proved to be actually entertaining, though the multiple glasses of wine and beer I’d ingested may have helped. Sadly, I later learned that Lauren had committed a major party-fail by breaking her toe while playing. A dangerous game, that Twister.
Saturday night bled into Sunday, and I think I finally passed out around five in the morning. Which made this a fine weekend all-around.

[Image stolen from Lauren's Facebook.]