TGIM

I will never understand how people can hate their jobs, yet every week they muster up the energy to propel themselves towards inevitable misery. I mean, if you know you hate where you work, how do you resign yourself to getting ready, folding yourself up into your car, and driving yourself to what you know will be a horrible experience- every day? I love my job, and it's still tough to wake myself up at the crack of dawn to get in here. And I still wish the weekends were longer. Every weekday I look forward to Friday, and there's never been a Friday night in my life when I thought, "Damn, when's it going to be Monday morning? I can't wait!"

Anyway, my point of that long-winded ramble was that once again, the weekend flew by and here I am. Cataloging books. Printing tax forms to send in to the IRS. Looking up new graphic novels for the kiddos. All very normal- but still, I wish it was Friday.

My weekend was lovely, packed with friends and fun stuff. On Friday night, two Rochesterians graced our presence at our new pad. We decided on cheap (but delicious!) burritos for dinner and thought we'd head over to the Sky Bar afterwards for some beer and music. You can't get much better than that on a Friday night in a wintry Boston. Of course, it was raining/snowing, and we weren't entirely sure where the Sky Bar was, and then when we did find it it was in the ghe-tto, not to mention almost $10 to get in for a wretched girly cover band that assaulted our ears even out on the sidewalk. So we all piled back into the Element and drove ourselves on over to the Independent, which was quieter, nicer, and had more classy beers for those beers snobs among us (namely, me).

Saturday was the big one year anniversary of our first "date" for me and C. Rather than spend a gajillion dollars on each other, we decided to roll up the anniversary and Valentine's Day into one package- I bought him tickets to this show and we're going to make that a Portsmouth Weekend, complete with brewery tours and a walk on the beach. I know, we're too cute.

So on Saturday we opted for low-key and took the T over the New England Aquarium for an afternoon filled with penguins, jelly fish, and 650-lb turtle named Myrtle. After we were all fished out we decided to walk across the freezing park over to our favorite sandwich establishment, The Parish Cafe. On our walk, I joked about the time that we went there and the whole place was closed for renovations. Our laughter died as we approached the empty cafe and saw the sign in the door: "Closed for renovations". We recovered quickly- mostly because it was useless to stand crying in the doorway, our tears turning to little icicles, but also because by that point we were starving. So we quickly decided on Diva and had ourselves a delicious Indian meal. We went home to watch a movie in the warmth of our living room, and it was a cozy night all around.

Sunday was, of course, the Super Bowl, and since New England was already out I had little interest in watching anything but the commercials. I did find some amusement in Prince's performance, namely when he was silhouetted on the big white sheet and his guitar head made him look like he had a giant bifurcated wang. Oh yeah, and the fact that he wore an Aunt Jemima do-rag in the rain. After that, it was all downhill. Even the commercials were only semi-funny, so we split. I didn't actually find out who won the game until this morning, when I checked CNN. I also discovered that I didn't win on any of the Super Bowl squares I had purchased so hopefully on Friday afternoon.

Ah well! Another weekend, another week. Hope your Monday is jazzy.