I had a blast this weekend.

My girlfriend V’s party Friday night was a lot of fun. Tons of people showed up to hang and sing karaoke and generally act ridiculous. There were lots of people from high school at the bar, so much so that I felt as if I was having some fourth-period-ditching flashback. I have some pictures from this event, but will only post them if I get permission from the participants.

Some people actually prefer privacy.

V got a lot of great gifts, including a giant sperm filled with hazelnut liqueur. Interesting.

The Pixies concert was a whole lot of awesome. We got off at the wrong red line stop due to my hyperactive idiocy and walked to meet my friend Bibliogrrl at her bus.

Bibliogrrl recently shaved her head to raise money for cancer awareness. She still looks as cool as hell.

The opening band was Jay Reatard (That’s how he spells it), which was pretty good, but the Pixies came on afterward and pretty much blew everybody away.

I’m no music critic, so I won’t rhapsodize on and on about it, but it was a truly great show.

They played Doolittle in its entirety, along with a lot of B-sides, and featured some cool little movies with all of the songs. They came out for three encores, and I was screaming myself hoarse.

Everybody pretty much looks the same. Kim Deal is still as hot as ever. Black Francis is sort of chubby, but he still rocks out.

Unfortunately I forgot all about bringing my camera until I was on the train, or I would have had great pictures.

It was HOT in the Aragon. Steaming hot. Standing there for a good two hours in the steaming heat, I was SURE I was going to pass out, but miraculously I didn’t! Score. I seriously attribute this to the taking of diet pills, which is bringing me normal blood pressure for the first time ever. Normally there’s no way I could stand for that long of a time.

The J-Man, however, is a hot mess.

He seemed to be rallying this weekend, but last night he started to barf all over again. I would take him to the doctor, but I don’t think they’re going to do anything for him but look at me sort of sarcastically and say, “It’s the flu, dumbass.”

I love pediatricians.

Therefore we are sitting here on our respective computers, lounging. I am recovering from the weekend, and he is recovering from HellFlu.

I’m pretty damned glad I got a flu shot right about now.

Happy Monday.

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