Friday night: drinks, followed by 7:35 PM showing of Snakes on a Plane. It was badly written, edited, and acted, and enormously entertaining in a theater full of semi-drunk fans hissing and throwing snakes at the screen. It's the communal moviegoing experience of the summer, but I don't think it's going to have legs like The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Saturday: a cookout on Staten Island where there was much grilling of beef and drinking of beer. I think I ate and drank for about eight straight hours. The trip out there on the express bus was good, but the return trip via Queens and the F train wasn't so much fun. I did get some good photos, especially the one of my friend's new dog and his post-shave "Johnnycakes" look.
Sunday: riding in Central Park, followed by laziness.
I'm off work this week, and going to visit family in a few days, but before Wednesday I'm hanging out at home and taking care of errands I've been putting off for months, like renewing my passport and moving around some of my investments. And I should probably clean my apartment so I don't come home to a filthy mess or be embarrassed at the nastiness my cat sitter will have to endure in my absence.