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Eek! I could not let August escape without at least one more post. Work has been keeping me really busy during the decent blogging hours (and it’s bound to get worse these next couple weeks), and my social life has kept me away from computers during the indecent ones.

Last weekend was a fantastically fun time. So much so that I don’t remember great swaths of it any more. Luckily, I wrote a bit about it in an email to a friend on Monday, so I can go back and consult said email to figure out what it is that I did. [pauses for consultation]. Oh, right! Here goes:

Friday night was the Last Concert Evar for Parallex, my favorite local band. I probably should have posted pictures from that show on flickr first, but it looks like I skipped straight on to Saturday. Anyways, the show was good, and Dana and I had a great time dancing until we couldn’t move any more. We had a couple of Jager bombs before we left for the bar (we took the bus, no driving = yay), then had a couple of stiff drinks once ~at~ the bar, and then we left the bar to go to (you guessed it) yet another bar, where they were having a special on pitchers of Long Island Iced Tea. So we split a pitcher and were entirely trashed by the time the show even started. ;)

Saturday evening, Dana and I decided to be adventurous and make a recipe out of Cuisine at Home (one of the magazines my company publishes). We settled on a linguine/proscuitto/parmesan concoction that ended up tasting absolutely ~fantastic~. I could send you the recipe, if you’re interested (or you could just buy the damn magazine, should be on newsstands very soon, October 2006 issue).

We had a bottle of wine with dinner, then celebrated the success of dinner with a mudslide. And another mudslide. And another mudslide. :) Then Scott, Kate and I had shots of vodka and we all caught the bus to campustown, where we met up with Krystal, Rachel, Sam, Molly, Jess, and Justin, as well as two random strangers named Krystal and Jason. :) There, we convinced the bartender at Cy’s Roost to make us a pitcher of rum & coke. And then another pitcher. Then I had few shots, and a few beers, and half of a really over-tequila-ed long island, and so forth and so on until it was very late and Rachel gave Dana and I a ride home. Whew.

Sunday, I was the only one of our group I spoke to who wasn’t hung over. I’m usually lucky that way. Just the same, I decided not to play racquetball. Why press one’s luck with excessive jostling?

This week has been similarly fun-yet-busy, but I need to get back to work, so I’ll try to post again some time soon.