Bringing back the fliff 
Three friends came to visit me Friday. We headed to the Harp & Fiddle, where we combined with a larger group. Instead of fighting for room at the bar with people from an out-of-place 21st birthday party, we retreated to a table in the back. (With the limo, tiaras, formal wear and dirty looks, I thought I had walked into an episode of MTV's "My Super Sweet 16.")
We're gonna sip Bacardi Jager bombs (?) like it's your birthday
At midnight, we toasted my friend's not-21st birthday with Jager bombs. (I was just as surprised as you are about that one.) I decided not to fashion a birthday cape from a napkin. I didn't want the other party to think we were trying to steal their thunder. I'm a habitual thunder-stealer, so I must have been under the influence of Mark DeRose's "feel good music."
I woke up Saturday morning expecting to see some snow. I was a little disappointed, but glad that my friends would be able to get home safely. I spent the rest of the day bumming around my apartment, watching TV on the Internet and making the most of the "free weekends" part of my cell phone plan.
Frank was not there
I didn't feel like venturing out in the wintry mix Saturday night, so I invited a friend over to watch "Donnie Darko." I haven't seen it in about two years. It was even better than I remembered. It made me question my existence...and my commitment to Sparkle Motion. I spent the rest of the night humming Tears for Fears songs to myself.
I think it's pretty clear that I watched the Golden Globes Sunday night. (See: The last 11 blog entries.) Before that, I caught the Eagles trounce the Giants. (I was just as surprised as you are about that one.)
Life lessons with Golden Globe-winner Mickey Rourke
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