My dad's brother Stuart, aka Uncle Smedge, came up from Knoxville last night. He's an ordained Baptist Minister, but between the dense sarcasm, the slap-stick routines, the off-color jokes, and the extreme irreverence in which he conducts himself, you wouldn't know it.
We spent the morning bonding over our favorite Whitest Kids U Know sketches, drunk history, and the escort who mistakenly showed up at Shayne's house last night.
Man, this weekend is going to be 3 straight days of Fabulous. Tonight, I'm going to B-More Careful with Scott and Cindy, who I haven't seen since I've been home. There will be Boh. There will be Hunger Games. There will be Charm City Couch Town. There will be Lucille 2. There will be Juan Pedro. And about 700 other inside jokes.
Tomorrow is Kate's birthday, which includes suishi feast, the Ashburn Feepits, hilarity and camaraderie.
Sunday is the Caps game with Mary and a ceremonial visit to the two story H&M in Chinatown. I haven't shopped at H&M in years (much to the relief of my credit card).
Monday, there will be work. And sleeping.
I did some revision work yesterday, and even started a new piece! Huzzah for kinda/sorta breaking through my writer's block. I feel like things are finally starting to get better. I just hope they keep on the up and up.
Also, the cherry blossoms are blowin' up around my parents neighborhood:
which means my allergies are on high alert.
It's ok, Virginia. I didn't like breathing comfortably anyway. Also, we are apparently skipping spring and jumping into summer, which is ok, because we skipped winter, too. MAKE UP YOUR MIND, WEATHER.
Anywho, onward to a weekend of awesome!
KICK SOME ASS, YOU GUYS.