Man it got cold out in a hurry.  I may have missed my window of opportunity to (comfortably) get my motorcycle out to Mom’s for winter storage.  If you happen to see somebody screaming southbound on 71 wearing five layers of clothes, that might be me.

That was a moderately entertaining weekend, if not too productive.  That’s a good thing;  I’ll take entertainment over productivity any day.  We started off Friday night by meeting the Martins at the Crossroads district to check out the First Friday event.  That’s been on our list of “things we should probably do” for quite some time now.  You pretty much go down there and walk around looking at all the interesting characters our city has to offer.  There’s also a lot of art to look at, but I didn’t find that part nearly as interesting as the people-watching.  One of Donette’s friends was showing a few pieces of pottery, so we checked that out, and that was really about it.  I expect First Friday has been crossed off our list for a while.  After that we stopped by the Power & Light for a bit, and had dinner at the Flying Saucer.  Despite being a long time fan of that place, I’d never eaten anything there but the cheese and cracker plate.  It just never really looked like the sort of place that would have good food.  This hunch proved to be true;  It was rather marginal.  At least now I know.

Saturday we got up early and headed across the state line (gasp) for our friend Katy’s birthday party.  She put together a nice little breakfast spread for everybody, which was quite delicious.  Most of the group planned to have breakfast and then head to Westport and the boats, but we decided we’d just eat and run.  I stuck to the plan, but Donette fell victim to peer pressure and headed out with the crowd.  Later in the evening we met up with the Martins again and went to a party over at our friend John’s house.  He throws a big Blues and BBQ party every year, which we have only managed to make it to once.  The calendar was all clear this weekend though, so we got to go again.  John hosts the Blues Kitchen show on KKFI, so he’s got access to all kinds of good local blues bands, making for a night of quality entertainment.  Last time we were there the party was in his big garage, which I guess is pretty much just a big metal outbuilding.  Same building this year, but he’d done the entire inside of it in barnboard with a corrugated tin ceiling.  It’s a pretty cool place, not to mention the music sounded a lot better.  We stayed through the third band, mostly because they had probably the coolest bass ever and we wanted to check it out.  I wouldn’t be surprised if Martin isn’t out shopping for an upgrade as we speak.

Sunday we got up and went to the gym again;  Two weeks in a row!  Didn’t do the buffet this week though.  We decided that, for the same money, Jalapenos is a better choice, so we headed there instead.  After that Donette called it a weekend, and went home to curl up on the couch.  Meanwhile, I spent my afternoon in the Brooksider watching all the games and listening to many fascinating recaps and views on the week’s political events.  Mmmm hmmm.

A quick scan of the previous paragraphs seems to indicate incoherent rambling;  I think I’ll quit now.  FYI, I have caved in to the will of the people and reverted back to the lame, spam-ridden message board of old.  Ingrates.