Out For The Count

This week has kicked my ass. For real. This has been the longest 4-day week I've ever experienced. I haven't gotten home before 5 p.m. once this week- and bear in mind that I drag my weary self out of bed at 5:30 every morning, so it's been 12 hour days. And people wonder why teachers need so much vacation time? Anyway, being up past midnight last night certainly didn't help make me the most wide awake person today, but it did help me get rocked out by a bunch of crazy musicians.

For those of you who have never graced the wonder that is Central Square, the upstairs at the Middle East Club is roughly the size of my bedroom. And my bedroom is not particularly large. So when I tell you that Estradasphere had at least a dozen instruments on that tiny little stage, you can imagine how loud their sound was. No joke! They had an upright bass, some kind of Asian mandolin thing, an accordion, a violin, two keyboards, a trumpet, a banjo, drums, and two guitar players. And goddamn, they were serious about playing. It basically boiled down to awesomeness being slammed into my eardrums for two hours. Oh, and they had PBR tall boys! Suh-weet.

So what's up this weekend for everyone? I, myself, will be enjoying a pleasant nap directly after work today (as long as the pansy little kid next door doesn't slam his Razor scooter into a fire hydrant like he did yesterday afternoon- the wuss screamed and cried so much I thought he was being murdered out on the street by gangs of mutant squirrels), and then hopefully gliding right into a relaxing weekend. Chris takes off for training in Arizona on Sunday night and I am crazy jealous- I love Phoenix almost as much as I love Boston. Then I am on my own for a week! Whatever will I do with all the free time?

GIRL'S NIGHT OUT! Or... going to bed at 9 p.m. Which ever I get to first. Good day to you.