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Pops and I went to Raq-n-Waq on Friday night (as The Charlotte Room was taken over by a party) and much to my disappointment the place had changed ownership! Also, the tables were in a sad state -- chipped pieces, tables squished together, broken triangles. End of an era. It seems the transition to The Charlotte Room is complete. Pity, that. I spent much of this evening trying to figure out how to transfer SMS text messages from my Sony Ericcson W200 to my computer. Of course, the packaged install that comes with the phone was useless bloatware -- 75 MB of drivers so that I can explore my phone slower than Window's default USB explorer? I think not. And of course, the uninstall blew up a torrent of error messages, complaining that it couldn't find files I didn't install, leaving my system nigh-useless until after two reboots. Thankfully, I finally found an excellent piece of freeware, MyPhoneExplorer . It makes backup and restore a joy. That life can be so kind! Satur...

So it seems that I am drunk and here I sit like a sad punk. Words I have or rather have not to describe my state of gridlock. Oh these rhymes they are so lame for they come from my very sloshed brain. Tequila it was that sour gold turned me up a velvet fold. More than this I will not say for tonight was not my day. Why is it that wherever I go there I am yet ne'er my goal? i plan to sleep in most joyous of joys to be under the sheets escaping morning noise soon I must end this most silly endeavor for my mental faculties are becoming less clever strange how imbibing can draw out my words normally my typing is nothing but burps wait no that's not right! that's not what I meant! it's just that i haven't any sense this moment bonne nuit, dear reader with ears so patient to the morning i travel my pillow adjacent Oh, and looking back now, those DAHS episodes aren't nearly so regrettable as I made them out to be.

So actually I haven't been at home much this weekend, and when I have been it was generally sleeping off the previous night. Thursday I went out for drinks at Bar Wellington, and then at Shanghai Cowgirl where I chatted with some Book City employees, including the former owner of Bakka books! That was pretty cool. Friday night I went out with Pops for our 9-ball and Chinese food combo. The twist on the evening was the power outage on the block between Bathurst and Claremont, above Queen Street and south of Dundas. I was in a Second Cup ordering a coffee and a multi-grain bar when everything shut down, leaving us in the dark. It was much like that blackout of 2003 , with the inoperative traffic lights and people on the sidewalk, just standing and taking in all the darkness. In time the power returned, but for a good while the sense of night pervaded. I had meant to not drink at all but.. well, you know how it is. And thus I spent Saturday day in bed, cursing the brightness of the d...