Well, I suppose before this weekend hits I should talk about last weekend, as last weekend was pretty good. And there’s more that I have to catch up on too, but I’ll get to that later.
 
            Last Saturday I was at the graduation festival of one Marty Sweeney, and witnessed a concert of Javier and the Bear thereat. Javier and the Bear rocked mightily, if I do say so, aided by the passionate and well-dressed drumming of Afro-Joe O’Connor. The rest of the band was good too; I just don’t know their names.
 
            And the rest of the party was fun too, of course, full of conversation and cookies and chair-theft. One of my better moments being in a conversation about internet videos (not those videos).
 
Marty: Have you seen this video that’s just cat doing all kinds of crazy shit?
Me: Man, cats do some crazy shit… like peyote.
 
            But then I mistook peyote for a mushroom rather than a cactus, thereby hurting my reputation as master of knowledge and knowing things. Or something
 
            From there, thanks to careful planning, we all (except Marty, who had to help the band clean up) drove way the hell north to Superdawg, which amazingly, I had never eaten at before. Supremely tasty hot dogs and milk shakes there, I must say. And I can’t really complain about driving way the hell north (yet), because to most of you, I live approximately “way the hell north.”
 
            Although I suppose I could complain that we drove way the hell south again back to Marty’s, but that’s not really anyone’s fault. There was some unforeseen plan collapse, so we just stayed at there for a while and mostly wound up hitting his car with all kinds of things (accidentally). But it was dent-resistant, so neither basketball, soccer ball, baseball bat, nor any other implement caused damage. That we know of.
 
            Anyway, good times. More updates to come. Tomorrow I golf.