The Weekend

Generally, all around, to sum it up, I estimate it was a good weekend.

Friday night I was at Wonderland for Spookfest. Super cool. Roller coasters at night are a must. Especially when they turn all the lights off and you're buzzing around doing upside-down-spiny-things at insane speeds in the dark. And I ate Tiny Tom donuts. Always a good time.

Saturday, FS talked me into buying ridiculously expensive jeans. They're Citizen, which really didn't mean anything to me, until I tried them on and my butters was lifted about 5 inches into the air and I looked, quite literally, like $100,000,000. Seriously. All jeans should make you look and feel like this. They were totally worth the otherwise 5 3/4 tanks of gas I could have purchased. Ho hum...

Sunday I golfed (badly, but nonetheless.) I should really just say I stood around in the sun for two and a half hours. Because standing would have been more productive than what I manage to do with a golf club.

So let's toast, shall we? To the Mindbuster--for whom waiting in line to ride the front car is always worth it. To fab new jeans--for whom my butters thank. And for tiny fat things--like pugs, and cheesies, and babies... Just because.