In which I party like it’s 1999.

Brett and I went out with Tommy & Rachel Friday night and got totally wasted at the Dead Cock. We closed the bar, even.

Then we were totally useless napped basically all day Saturday, missing Steve’s sushi birthday luncheon in Iowa City like the total dicks we are.

I have no idea why we’re being so juvenile with all the drinking lately, but I do love having a social life! Perhaps we’ll expand it to things like having people over for dinner or country bonfires. You know, social activities with just a little less alcohol.

In other news, Brett and I had A Big Talk earlier this week. We’re getting along much better and the vibe around here isn’t so funereal. While I’m not sure that we’ve actually resolved anything yet, we both got a lot on the table and it’s nice to be talking again. I mean, sitting down and having a bona fide conversation with him is really nice. Plus he totally cracks me up sometimes.

In other other news, I’ve gotten sick of my old drink the Scarlett O’Hara, and am now drinking Cosmopolitans.