Girls act too much and boys act too tough.

Enough is enough.

Decent weekend, it was nice to escape for a while. Friday night was something of a return to form, with much boozeahol consumed (and props to my man Ay-ron for all them free beers. It helped the weekend go smoove). Took the roomie to the Savoy where we hooked up with soem friends, rolled to the Strat for cheap draught, then back to the casa for more drinking, Suede on the stereo, me chasing the roomie 'round the kitchen with my ass and table dancing.
Saturday was Hangover Central, so I took it easy most of the day. We watched most of "The Fellowship of the Ring" and "FUBAR" called it an early night. Sunday was steak'n'eggs for brekker with Liam (who is heading back across the pond tomorrow. Boo.) and lots of loafing. Finished "Fellowship..." started in on "The Two Towers" before I headed off for dinner with Liam's folks who put out a sweet spread of fine wine, prime rib and tiramasu. Yum. So, feeling slightly stuffed, I went home, finished "TTT", which leaves me breathless in anticipation of "RotMFK" (Return of the Mother Fucking King", yo.)

And now I'm at work and hating every minute of it.

This weekend, I came up with a couple of pre-New Year's resolutions to guide me through the Chrismukkah season.
For starters, I've decided to knock the smoking on the head (finally: Friday was the last straw). Secondly, I've decided to stop indulging (and engaging) in the juvenile, high-school bullshit that keeps fucking things up in my circle of friends. Which ties nicely into the final Chrismukkah resolution, which is to treat people as they deserve to be treated. That means sunshine and lollipops for some, full-on, sneering contempt for others. Yay! Contempt!

So, no sooner are we shipping the Ginger off, than Big Irish Easy rolls into town, an event I'm looking forward to with a mix of excitement and dread. Belfast's loss is our gain for the next three weeks. I just hope my sofa can survive the experience.

Finally, this Saturday is the first ever 509ers' Chrismukkah bash. It should be pretty juicy, provided that we don't get shut down early by the landlord. There will be much consumption of boozeahol and no doubt a fair amount of drama. Me, I'm just planning on drinking my weight in Heineken and telling random people to go fuck themselves.