Friday night I had an impromptu dinner with Monica. We tried to go to Indian Oven, not knowing that it had closed a few weeks earlier, but Sweet Basil/La Filipiana has taken its place, and I had a coupon for a free birthday entree there, so we decided it was fate.
Then back to my place where we watched The Journey, a movie I worked on when I first moved to Pittsburgh. I'd forgotten what a really great movie it was. All those dinners with
Saturday was my cousin's wife's baby shower. Baby showers are their own special kind of hell, but I went, mostly because I hadn't seen anyone from that part of my family in a while. It was good to see my aunts again, and my cousins. I still think it sucks that baby showers are always women only -- what? Men aren't fathers? Men don't care about children? I don't know. It seems ridiculous and arbitrary to me.
Then to
The frustrating thing is that spending a night with Monica left me smoking again. That seems to happen to me a lot. I promise I'll keep trying, which doubtless you already knew.
Oh, and one word about yesterday: Pancakes. Yum.