In which Our Hero summarizes the weekend

This past weekend was eventful, but not in the productive way. Still yet, I managed to enjoy myself a great deal, and even managed to get myself groped.

Starting off, I went to the frozen wasteland that is Muncie. 40,000 people are still without electricity in that town, and after my trip up there, I can see why.

When I woke up on Saturday, Naptown had about 3" of snow on the ground, which made everything look absolutely amazing. There was no colour; everything was a monochromatic shade of grey and white. It had already begun to melt by the time I dragged my lazy ass out of town at noon. That was a good thing, because the roads were clear, and for the most part dry.

Muncie however....Ugh! When I got into the city proper, I was amazed. Not only had they received about the same amount of snow we had in Indianapolis, it was caked onto a good inch or so of solid ice. The city was a mass of tangled...tangle. Trees were toppled, power lines were on the ground everywhere. In short, it was a freakin mess.

Worst part was the traffic signal issue. Now every good motorist knows that when a signal-controlled intersection is not operating, it becomes a 4-way stop. First issue I had with this is the fact that if I don't see a red light, my feeble little brain assumes that it is safe for me to bomb through the intersection. This occasional lack of signal electricity forced me to actually apply conscious effort to driving. How boring is that?

I managed to finally make my way to meet my friend, the Pianist for lunch. This was the first time that he and I had actually met, and it was quite pleasant. We build people up in our minds from the snippets of interaction we have, and I do have to say that Pianist didn't disappoint. He's cute, (looks good in clothes, and I have a suspicion looks good in shorts as well) literate and well spoken, and quite polite with a very gentle nature.

Because we had such a pleasant time, I had to start asking myself about the dateabity of this guy. I think he has the seal of approval. If you have been paying attention, you know this has been rare lately. Whether it actually comes to the point of dating is still a point of contention right now. I'm enjoying being single at the moment, and besides that, there's always the potential that he thinks I'm a total yutz. Time will tell. Anyway, I enjoyed wasting a day with him in cafes.

Shopping is so much easier than doing laundry, so I stopped by Target and bought a cute outfit to wear out (including sexy underwear that nobody saw, dammit) when I met the girls for cocktails that evening. We started off with darts and amusements at OPs then went off to trashy fun at the 501, which is a leather bar of sorts. In our group was a novice, so we kept an eye on him so he wouldn't be gang-raped in the washroom. We had a nice time standing around, chatting and stomping. Myself and two others decided that breakfast was in order. On my way out, I saw a friend who kind of fell all over me and felt a need to find my penis with his hand. I beat a retreat.

We wound up at the Canary Cafe, which is in an odd little building--the food is good, cheap and available in the middle of the night. We had beat the bar crowd by a good hour, so we were able to be slightly obnoxious in our fun and happy way. When I got home, I was still buzzed, so I flopped my ass down in front of the computer and proceeded to chat until 5am.

Think I got things accomplished on Sunday? Think again. I did feel a need to accomplish something, since Saturday was such a wash. I did some light shopping, and eventually came around to meet the youngman that kept me up chatting all night, my dear chum Todd (who formerly had a blog over there.) Like the pianist, Todd and I had traded electrons, but not meaningful glances across the table, so that was remedied. He's a lovely guy also, and I had a nice time with him as well.

Then I came home and fucking collapsed. In summary, I managed to buy some way cute jeans, a couple tops, some food, and hang out with two incredible friends. All in all, not the worst weekend on record.