this weekend was 4th of july, apparently. the trunk of my car is full of fireworks but i have yet to light a single sparkler.
this weekend was uber-fucking-meh, actually. i spent friday in a semi-unconscious, exhausted stupor. saturday was equally blah. sunday, the boy and i made an attempt to venture out into the world only to be met by mind-melting humidity and crazy fucking hobo ladies peeing in BROAD DAYLIGHT on commonwealth ave. seriously, she just dropped trou and let it go, all the while babbling insanely…IN PUBLIC! (incidentally, this is no where near the first time i have been treated to public urination in the city)
yeah, bad idea.
we were thwarted, and thwarted good, damnit. the only safe room to be in was the living room because of the oppressive heat and humidity. god i hate the humidity. and new england’s depressing lack of central air.
it wasn’t all bad, there were rum slushies and jello shots and some hodge-podge cocktails, but on the whole a very blah three-day weekend. which always sucks because it feels like such a waste. of course, by the time i get to the weekend i’m so burnt out and exhausted that it’s a wonder i don’t sleep straight through it every time.
luckily, we are going back to sweet sweet maine this weekend. and this three-day weekend shall be grand. sun, surf, good times.