I promise that I shall never trust in the old advice, “Oh thank goodness it’s raining, I don’t need to take my allergy pills today!” Especially when it rains for 2 or 3 days straight. Even shutting out the outside world didn’t help and it caught up with me last night. So today’s been a sleep in late and be domestic kinda day. Only a few errands (mainly to get allergy meds) and I’ve been home doing a bit of tidying between a lot of sitting down.

I have little entertainment to share except this recent gem from The Onion: Historic ‘Blockbuster’ Store Offers Glimpse Of How Movies Were Rented In The Past. My TiVo can download video podcasts, which is about the only way I’ll watch them since most web video just bores me. I never bought into the whole “small screen” entertainment, no matter how cute the podcaster might be. Keep an eye on the news ticker for some fun headlines as well.

Funny… but also very true. I love the Kathy character, “Two times a week I travel 6 miles to rent and return videos.” And the fond memories of going to the store and finding out that the video you wanted was already being rented. But what I most remember about Blockbuster stores is that you could easily gauge how queer the surrounding neighborhood was by how many copies of each gay and lesbian movies they had and whether or not there was a specific section just for those films.

It has been a while since my intake of cocktails, mostly gin, has been that high over the course of 2 days. Looking back though, I wouldn’t go back and change a thing. It was a very fun weekend after coming off of a busy and slightly crappy week.

Let me just say that there are no good break-up/break it off methods, however two not-great ones that don’t go great together are no contact: not returning calls or e-mails, etc. plus e-mail: which by the time its sent only confirms what you’d already assumed. So you don’t return calls to indicate that you don’t want to speak to someone and then feel the need to follow-up with an e-mail that which lets you say your piece mostly without reprisal as any response that follows it is easily ignored. It isn’t as bad as say the instant message or text message breakup, but it always amazes me that people are so sure something is mutual yet they are unwilling to actually speak to the person about it.

So that message came in on Friday while I was getting ready to head out with Kyle and his friends to Mr. Henry’s and Remingtons for drinks and laughs and to watch the DC Cowboys perform. Kyle is a FOAF through Jhim that I recall enjoying the brief conversations with when he’d caught us out on the street so I decided to branch out a bit and meet him for a happy hour. In turn he invited me out to meet his “family” of friends and they are a hoot! I haven’t been to Mr. Henry’s for dinner since I worked on the Hill and even then it was only for the cheap burger night. They do pour a mean gin & tonic and from what I heard, the fried chicken was to die for. I’m normally pretty nervous about meeting a group of new people, but these guys were extremely welcoming. Remingtons hadn’t changed since I was last there. The crowd was good and the Cowboys were fun. Honestly, they’re a dance troupe and I think it can be cute, it’s not really my bag. However Remingtons is not the best venue, in my opinion, to show off their skills. Small dance floor and small area around the dance floor meant that if you didn’t stake a claim on your position early on, you’d be on tiptoes trying to see any of the performance.

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