For a brief account of my weekend, visit Julia's post, since she and I were pretty much together for the majority of Saturday and Sunday.
Friday: What did I do on Friday? I can't even remember!
Saturday: I didn't enjoy the October Project show as much as Julia. So what? It just wasn't the same without the warm, smoky voice of Mary Fahl. However, despite the at times ear-splitting feedback debacle, there were some moments when, musically, OP's planets were aligned.
After the show we headed to O'Loughlin's where I was forced to perform some heavy-duty eye-rolling toward my hockey-fan companions.
Sunday: I worked in the morning, then headed over to Julia's to help assemble bridal shower favors. Sunday night, I attended my first "hockey" game. If you could call it that. Rollerhockey. I felt like I was in a Corey Haim/Corey Feldman movie. Too bad the team we were rooting for lost. Ah, well. Beer makes the agony of defeat feel pretty damn good:
Ben and Ryan drowning their sorrows and numbing their injuries.