Another Friday night in the ‘hood.

I sort of was invited next door to watch the birds with my neighbor so I drank a bunch of his beers and a few of his dangerous margaritas. I also ate some of his pizza. I am a bad neighbor. It was a lot of fun, however, and I did remain conscious until the end. The last time I drank margaritas at my neighbor’s house, I apparently gave a dude some money and I didn’t remember that at all. In all honesty, it was for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society’s Team In Training, and I got a nice thank you card, but it sounds better when I met a woman, a fellow MIT alum, and gave her boyfriend some money and then blacked out. Let me tell you, some rheumatologists pour very dangerous margaritas.

Today was much more boring. I finished reading Twilight Watch, sprayed the weeds, and started watching episodes of Heroes because I didn’t watch it last year. I’m never going to catch up in time for the start of the series this year. Oh, well.