Last night I went out with Hipster, Hipster's Best Friend, and Hipster's Girlfriend. Knowing Hipster like I do, I think it was likely that I was invited along to be H.B.F.'s surrogate date of a sort -- you know, keep things in balance, boy girl boy girl -- but H.B.F. (who, by the way, is in desperate need of a better nickname than "Hipster's Best Friend") didn't really seem all that into me -- or certainly not more into me than, say, Hipster's Girlfriend.
So I drank too much and got maudlin (on the inside, at any rate) and now I'm awake, preparing for work, and hungover as fuck. Good times. Not.
However, overall, it was a great two days off. Not only did I spend time with them, but I spent Friday night at Monica's house (drinking vodka and talking about fucking boys with a strap-on), and I had a delightful lunch yesterday with unixd0rk (it was, we were told, a "meeting of the minds.") I want to write about these things, but for now, I feel like I've been kicked in the head, so that's going to have to wait.
OK, shower time.