I met a woman last week who had the Majesty symbol tattooed to the back of her neck, which is totally fucking awesome. When she found out that I recognized it as the Dream Theater logo she gave a look of surprise, I’m guessing since listening to Dream Theater is consider somewhat esoteric, liking them can be seen as an eccentricity, and even some Dream Theater fans don’t know of such a subtle symbol. It turns out that she’s in a cover band, and even though the set list doesn’t seem to include anything as insane as Home or Dance of Eternity, it’s still amazing that there are people who are willing to attempt such music. She’s playing a concert tonight at Barrymore’s, with a Dream Theater tribute band and a Tool tribute band. It promises to be a good night of progressive metal/rock and I had my heart set on going, until I found out that there’s also a party tonight at Sheri/Emily/Christine’s place. I’m tempted to go to both, but I think I’d rather focus on one instead of spreading myself thin. Besides, it’s to celebrate the birthdays of three good people, and I wouldn’t want to miss it this year. No alcohol tonight, I’ve decided, and no chance for me in stiffing Tom with a bill (as I mistakenly did last year at the Clocktower).

This has been the busiest weekend EVAR. It’s been the first time that I was too busy to write an entry. I mean, I usually make time to write, with the same priority as showering and eating, but yesterday I only had time for two of the three.

Friday was all running errands and watching Return of the King (which was alright). Much to my surprise, Aaron, Trolley, Wheaties, and Nick all chipped in and bought me Double Dash, which we promptly played until five in the morning. I woke up with just enough time to get to practice (although it was only four hours of sleep), played for two hours, then came back home and slept some more.

By the time I was awake, it was time for Aaron’s pot luck. I had a chance to meet Chris, Mel’s boyfriend, who’s a fucking great guy to hang out with. Of note were Jen’s potatoes, which must have been the most flavourful I’ve ever tasted. I brought about three dozen of the Bailey’s truffles I made, which were well received and gone in five minutes.

I got back around two in the morning, collapsed on my bed, and here I am now, groggy and hungry. In half an hour I have a ride to the first matches of the newly formed city-wide table tennis league. I’ll be playing for about five hours in rotation, varying between singles and doubles matches. I expect to be one of the worst player there, which means that I’ll probably gain a lot of play experience.

I still need to start an economics assignment and watch an accounting tape, both of which were supposed to be done on Friday. Today might just be another total write-off.

Apparently, my new laptop is scheduled for delivery on Monday. I was hoping for Friday so I’d have the weekend to work on it, but I’m generally only busy on the weekends so it doesn’t make too much difference. Cristina’s having a birthday party at the Honest Lawyer on Saturday, which works out perfectly because practice on Sundays are usually mid-afternoon. After the Halloween party last Friday, I was too hung over to attend the Saturday practice. I’ve been considering entering a team in the newly formed city league, but I would probably need a fourth and I’d rather not socialize with the available people.

I hate hate hate hate hate being hung over. It never ends up being worth it the day after. I should get that idea ingrained on the inside of my eyelids to remind me. I don’t do hangovers well, and it usually takes me an entire day to recover.

The Halloween party at Em’s, Sheri’s, and Christine’s was still great though. I can’t believe how many people showed up in full costume. Jessie went as Frank the bunny from Donnie Darko in full fucking getup, faux fur suit and all. Tom and Mel went as a priest and pregnant nun respectively, both costumes homemade. Aaron, Wheaties, and I actually found some last minute matching Super Trooper uniforms (sans epaulettes), complete with hand guns, rifles, badges, ties, cuffs, and Trooper shades.

It feels good to be attracted again. It lets me know that I’m not so numb or intolerant anymore. Is it just me that’s changed, or simply the circumstances? I don’t know.

The party at Sheri’s, Christine’s, and Emily’s was good, even though John and I stayed for only about two hours. I brought a bottle of wine, a 2001 Earnest and Julio Gallo, for consumption and I was floating before I knew what hit me.