Ah, what a beautiful weekend. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, the air was warm...at least it was somewhere else in the world. Definitely not in Kingston. It rained all weekend except for Sunday when there was a bunch of snow. It was cold, windy, and everything was grey. But it was still a good weekend. Friday I went to see a reggae/jazz/rock band play down at Queen's. Great time there until I sliced my finger trying to tie Duncan's shoelaces to his chair. Serves me right I guess. Wait? Did I actually say that? Saturday was more eventful. Watched Hellboy in the afternoon with Sharon and Chris before going for supper at Whiskey Willie's. Then the holiest of concerts, the Arrogant Worms. Those guys were so good, they rocked the place and my sides hurt from laughing and my hands hurt from clapping. I'm so mad that none of my roomies got to experience that. No matter what they say, I know they would have had an awesome time. Samad, Nina, and Duncan were there after the show was over and we went to the Queen's Pub for a bit. More music and drinks. Gingerale, gotta love the hard stuff. I watched most of Edmonton's last game of the year, they're toast now...(moment of silence)...but I salvaged the evening by finally getting up the courage to sit down and talk to one of these single Queen's girls watching the bands play by herself. Her name was Bana and we talked most of the night. See, it isn't so hard. We even went for a run the next day. Wow was that a mistake. I thought my treadmill conditioning would put me up to the task but...no...at the end of the run I didn't invite her to go for a drink or a bite to eat. All I could think about was getting home before I could no longer keep a straight face from all the pain. My feet were blistered and my legs could barely hold me up. I hope she doesn't think I blew her off but it was less damaging that needing to have her carry me home 10 minutes later. Ah well, at least I got a workout...or seven...on Sunday. I still went to the gym today but only did exercises where I could sit. The legs are pretty stiff today, didn't stop me from dominating the ping pong table. Peter, next time we play I'm going to shut you out completely. I'll maybe allow you a few mercy points if you're being nice to me. Cherrio people, nevermind the bullocks! (I think only Brendan will get that) Strong Bad RULES!