no, i’m not going back on what i said i’d do just last week with the posting frequency, i’ve just been enjoying a little extra weekend than everyone else, and so haven’t been at a computer really. the three-day one was so full of activity i figured i’d take a couple days on top of that to have my own private time, which is working out great – clearing off some of the dvd shelf and wrapping up the book i’ve been reading for far too long. i even did housework. eww.

this after a cubs/dodgers game, SF road trip, and barbeque filled regular weekend. it was all fun and friends and good times, but to get honest, there aren’t any great stories to come out of it. no one got crazy or did anything dumb or extra funny, we just had drinks and cracked jokes and talked and had plain old fun that doesn’t make good anecdotes. makes me wonder, since we drove up to SF for dom’s 26th birthday, is this going to be the year where the ‘wild’ goes out of our parties? are we done doing stupid thing or getting so drunk someone pukes off a balcony or passes out so badly we can roll them off of furniture onto the floor without waking them? and is that to be mourned or celebrated? i’m sure the case could be made that maybe the stories aren’t worth the messes and/or bruises.