After staring at the screen for five minutes, I'm just not going to bother with one. So there.
Yesterday was most excellent. I needed a day full of fun and people being nice to me. The block party was fun -- plenty of delicious Summit and pizza. I didn't have a brat and I'm regretting it a bit. But not too much, since I have plenty in my freezer. Plus, there's another block party coming up in a month or so.
The post party and several other times we were over here to pee and have snacks and free drinks were delightful. There ended up being about 10 people over here afterward. We picked up several people along the night, I guess. Mrs. Dirk's peanut butter cups were delicious. Though, I didn't have one. How did that happen? My chipotle honey roasted almonds were a huge hit. We took some over to the block party and I sent all that remained home with the last person to leave. That was dumb. Or not, 'cause I totally would have eaten them and there are already blondies and olive cheese bread left. I guess it's probably for the best.
Last night was the second night in a row where I've had people over and wanted them to leave, dammit, because I wanted to go to bed. Last night it was a friend of a friend. Well, I guess he's an acquaintance now. I'll talk to him when I see him out and I've even hung out with him at shows. I don't think he stayed that much longer (I was pretty drunk, so I have no idea what time it even was) after everyone had left, but it seemed like forever. A couple of years ago, when I was still trying to decide if I thought he was cute or not, I might not have been complaining in my head.
Today I am totally being lazy (does doing laundry and cooking count as being lazy?) and watching the Olympics. I actually left the TV on yesterday so we could watch whenever we came back over. We're not getting enough shots of Michael Phelps's body, dammit. I do not want to hear him talk and I don't care if I see his face. I just want to see that torso. Lord have fucking mercy. It is a thing of beauty. And what's with the men's beach volleyball uniforms? The women parade around with their asses hanging out of their bikini bottoms and the men have to wear shirts? THAT'S BULLSHIT.