I was about to write something along the lines of, “Oh, poor weekend, we barely knew ye,” but then it dawned on me that no, actually, this weekend was incredibly productive. This weekend I got a price quote on the new glasses and contacts that I need, ran a batch of Singaporeans back to Costco (and bought four cases of Red Bull on the lab’s dime, niiiiiice), whipped up a batch of Butterbeer (one part butterscotch shnapps to seven part cream soda, mmmmm), went to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (which was quite good but felt more like an extended TV episode than a film of its own right, which, I suppose, isn’t that different from the general feel of the book), went out to Sunday brunch at Bruegger’s Bagels in Belmont Center, looked at ~10 apartments, dropped a realtor’s fee on one of them to get the ball rolling (grateful that perhaps this hellish process can stop anytime now, kthxbye), and went out to dinner with Laura and the Fords at Maggiano’s downtown.
Why does it feel like I barely knew this weekend? Because it was so jam-packed, that’s why. I could have done with a little more downtime, but I ain’t complainin’.