Pic courtesy of Erica via Beth's iPhone.
Obviously, this weekend was a blast. I had a night of restful solitude on Friday. I think I have a serious friend-crush on Zooey Deschanel, so I discussed this with her biggest fan, Rick. Jesse and I got in a video chat. Oh, and when I got off the subway on Friday, this happened:
Girl: Hey, I love your bag...'cause that band is great...
Me (looking down at my Motion City tote): Thanks! Yeah! I love them. Actually, the dude who plays the keyboards is my fiancee, we live here together--
Girl (looks embarrassed): Oh, cool...
(she laughs nervously and walks away superfast)
On the street, she's about twenty feet ahead and looks shyly back at me, we make eye contact, and she scurries away even faster. Huh? What did I do?! I was ready for conversation. We coulda been friends! Oh well.
I spent Saturday's torrential downpour in the apartment with Erica, Gaby, and Jonah. We watched one of my favorite movies ever, Swimming with Sharks, a super-dark comedy starring Kevin Spacey pre-Oscars. I even went through the formalities of introducing the film, and giving background (it was the "Devil Wears Prada" of Hollywood insiders at the time). We also decided that we're going to have an October film-viewing for dudes who haven't seen The Notebook, since Jesse hasn't, and Jonah and Adam both admitted they hadn't either. Jesse's mom actually gave us the movie on our last visit, and I told Jesse he had to wait to watch it when he got back. The funny thing is, all of them have heard it's a good movie, just you know, they're dudes. I'll most likely have an introduction speech for that one, too. Whatever.
You can probably tell from all the pics I posted via my sidekick that Sunday's hangs were epic. I'll just reiterate how much I love my friends, and when you're surrounded by good people, there's always good times.