i think that it's working

This is the truth, folks: I've spent roughly three hours in my apartment since heading to work on Friday morning. I'm ready for a long shower and some food and some "60 Minutes" and some much-needed sleep.

After quickly posting the (bulleted!) highlights of my weekend yesterday, I triple-trained it to Clinton Hill with beer in tow and met up with Josh on the G. (Yes, running into friends on the train is always fun, but especially when you're headed in the same direction and are worried about getting lost on the walk from station to apartment.) Anyhow, yeah, picture this: Josh, Paul, and I sitting around on folding chairs and milk crates and drinking beer and wine and whiskey and talking shit.

It was merely a light version of bro'ing down, to use that corny phrase that Paul just hates.

Paul had to make it to a wedding in the wee hours of the next morning. Josh would be working a little. After all the fun had been had, Josh split, "Arrested Development" was watched, I crashed, Paul dipped out, I woke up at 9:00 AM, took the train to Port Authority, met my mom, brunched at Craftbar, shopped at H&M, watched the Gay Pride parade, drank Vitamin Water XXX in Union Square Park, and ta da! Here I am.

Everything's cool cool -- but um, was this a crazy weekend or what?

And to KM: <3