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You know, in my defense, I really did assume that sitting in front of a computer for at least eight hours a day, five days a week, would increase my blogging significantly. But I guess you know what they say about “assume”… people like to make up sayings about it because their lives are otherwise empty and meaningless. And also, their hair is thinning, and yes, everyone has noticed.

I had a pretty darn good time this last weekend. Friday night, Dana, Megan, Megan’sFianceeScott, Justin, and I all went to see Sister Hazel in concert at the Simon Estes amphitheater downtown. Dana has a lot of stuff posted about this, as well, so you might wanna check out her blog (assuming you can make it all the way through the panic attack sequence). ;) It was a great concert, and the fireworks only added to the fun. Particularly when they paused briefly in the middle of the show to sing the Star-Spangled Banner under the light of the fireworks. :)

After the concert, we all headed to a bar called El Bait Shop for a few drinks, and we were joined by Dana’s roomy Kate and Yusuf. I had a moderately adequate IPA, while Dana stumbled across a very yummy beer called Lindeman’s Framboise Lambic. I wasn’t aware of how cool a beer it was until this morning, when I read up on the particulars of the lambic brewing process (to save you a bit of reading, no yeast is artificially added to the beers: they are simply exposed to the open air during the Belgian harvest season, resulting in a spontaneous fermentation. They’re then stored in barrels for a couple of years before being bottled, making them closer to a champagne than a traditional beer). We happily discovered we could buy lambics at Cyclone Liquors in Ames, so we’ve a new alternative for special occasions. Scott and I also amused ourselves (if not the others) playing an old arcade game (Galatica, I think it was called) which was built into our table.

After we’d had our fill at el bait shop (eww), we headed, sans-Justin (who was tuckered (probably) and sober (definitely)), to Blazing Saddles, which is a somewhat small but ~very~ gay bar downtown, where we spent an hour or two dancing. I only got my tush grabbed twice, but I’ll still consider it a good night. ;) I can’t be sure, but at one point I thought I overheard Megan warning a guy behind me on the dance floor that I was, in fact, straight. One of them had their hand on my butt at the time. And I’d rather not explore that idea much further.

After we’d had our fill of dancing, we all headed our respective ways. Dana headed back to Ankeny, and Megan drove me back to my car (parked in front of her house), and I left for Ames shortly thereafter, much to Scott’s dismay. However, he was a little (read: a lot) less sober than me, and his primary argument against me driving home was something along the lines of, “Rob! Rob! Hey… staaaaaayyy.” Which almost worked, cause it was pretty damn fun.

Saturday, I woke up feelin’ pretty good, so I cleaned my apartment a bit and read some Harry Potter (nearly done with book 4) before Dana came over to hang out. We got burritos at Flying Burrito, picked up some beer (something-Goose Ale for me (eh, it’s okay) and Framboise for her) and watched the Underworld movies. Yay, vampire fun!

Sunday! I drove down to Ankeny and Dana and I ate lunch at Chili’s, which was the first time I’d been at any Chili’s restaurant since I visited Megan working at that exact same one two or so years before. Nobody looking even remotely Meganlike was working, though, so after a while I was able to get over myself and enjoy my food a little, though I think Dana noticed I wasn’t much for conversation. We then played with the kittens a little (again, see Dana for womanish details) and headed to Jordan Creek, where I bought two pairs of flip-flops at Old Navy for $5, and then we went to see Superman Returns in the theater (gotta support Iowa boy Brandon Routh). The Century theater is decidedly better than Ames theaters in terms of seating, screen size/clarity, and sound quality, but I will say this for Ames theaters: the ratio of adults to children is ~VASTLY~ superior. We’ve been to the Century theater twice now, and both times I ended up surrounded by eight-year-olds who insisted on kicking my seat from behind, noisily chomping on their snacks, and talking to their parents (suspiciously several seats away) loudly throughout the movie. The screen may be better, sure, but I think I prefer watching movies in Ames, where I can actually hear the dialogue and watch the film in relative peace.

End rant. :)

So that should do for now. Because I know I’ve been a bad blogbuddy, I’ve posted a new entry, new pictures, ~and~ new links for today. I hope that’ll be enough to slake your thirst for all things Robbystyle, at least temporarily. ;)