This weekend was fine, at least I’m not looking back at it now thinking: “what the hell did I do with it”?

Friday the Boss Man sprung me early. Hallelujah! After sitting in traffic that seemed to mock my speedy departure, I had my toes and fingers done. It all proved pointless, however; because I ruined them over the course of the weekend. Friday night I went and had some tasty cartilage-free-BBQ with Jonathan, Steve, Kyle and Tommy. Following that we saw Pirates of the Caribbean. Decent. Really, decent. I mean it.

Saturday morning we christened Kyle’s Land Rover. Allow me to elaborate and present to you that by “we” I mean Kyle and I, because, as usual, Anderson pussed out. Afterwards we enjoyed a very fine southern, artery-clogging breakfast (mmmm bacon dragged through syrup) and I ran errands. Shall I detail this by including my dry-cleaning bill? I wrapped the day swinging at petite ivory dimpled balls at Trophy Club. The best part: driving the cart. Hells yeah. I have an unhealthy love of golf carts.

Sunday I slept in a little since Anderson pussed out on riding (surprise). Please note that he redeemed himself later in the day by putting clipless pedals on my bike. Sunday was “wall to wall sunshine” as Kevin would say, and, as an ode to the Kev-Star, I rode for 2 hrs listening to Nick Drake. Total wildlife count: 4 squirrels, 2 chipmunks, one bunny rabbit and one snake.