You took me out and took me in.

After a week and a half of Erica and I consuming How I Met Your Mother's first season, I can say that I love the show. On Friday night, with both of us feeling a little under the weather, we found comfort in our new friends! But before you deem us pathetic Friday-night social truants, watch the gag reel on the DVD for the first season, and tell me you didn't laugh hysterically! Also, I may or may not have a newfound crush on Jason Segel.

I met up with Sean on Saturday morning for my day as a nurse. We went into Manhattan together and I stayed in the dentist's waiting room trying to phase out all the drills I could hear by reading Twilight, while Sean got ONE wisdom tooth broken and scooped out of his mouth.

He seemed fine when he walked out, and we went to a pharmacy to purchase his meds before heading back to my apartment to spend the day "caretakering" (me) and passing in and out of painkiller-induced sleep (him). Okay, okay, I napped, too. We successfully watched most of Pushing Daisies' first season, and Sean became a fan. Yes! I talked to my parents and told them of the situation and my dad referred to Sean as our apartment's "stray cat." All signs point to yes.

After beating the brothers Walsh at another round of Rummy, I bid them goodnight and spent some time cleaning and organizing the room. On Sunday morning, Jesse texted me to say his plane had just landed and I was so excited - though, there's usually an hour or an hour and a half just to get home from any of the NY airports, so I wasn't holding my breath. However, two minutes after the text, he was at the door! He likes that suprising-trickery stuff.

I'm making up a lot of words in this post, I know.

I'll skip over the reunion barftime (go ahead and breathe that sigh of relief). A couple of hours after his return, apartment 410 SUITED UP and headed out the door to Standings, a bar that plays the Patriots game (because it wasn't on effin' tv...GRR!!). Oh, and by "suited up," I mean in our respective Pats jerseys - yeah! It was a pretty great game to watch, as the Pats won. And it was fun having some other Patriots fans to high-five as well - including JTJ and Perry, and then some strangers (a girl with a # 69 Pats jersey inscribed "Cookie" - hm). Sure, we were also surrounded by the likes of Sarti, Doug, Scott, and other non-Patriot fans, but the place had six or seven different games going on, so there was a lot of reason for any football fan to be there.

Or baseball fan. We headed home after the football game to catch the Red Sox playoff game, but after spending a whole day on my feet drinking beer and cheering the Patriots, I found myself slipping in and out of consciousness towards the end of the game - you know, at ONE AM. Doesn't the MLB know I work on Mondays? And after semi-staying up that late, they lost. Sadly.

But not-so-sadly was finally arriving at the final destination of MY BED! And cuddles. And...sleepy yay.

Tonight, you ask? What are my plans tonight?? Hm, nothing much...except for: TEGAN & SARA LIVE at Terminal Five! Hey oh! Yeah, I bought these tickets months ago and just remembered. YES!