Hrm, not too much going on over on this side of the pond. I've been sending out resumes half-heartedly...which I guess is fine, since I'm not really in any sort of a rush. I went out this past weekend with my cousin, that I haven't seen in probably 15 years. We saw Pirates 2, which was ok (they did a great job cutting out the fat that was in the first one, what is that called, um, plot and character development). After seeing all that rum get burned, we decided to grab a drink before we all take off. We go to this tiny bar (about the size of my living room), and what do they have? $1 pints of PBR. 10 pints later and I had completely forgot that the only thing I ate was a cinnamon roll at 7am (apparently that's not the only thing I don't remember, because I woke up in my room, which means 1) I paid my tab, though no receipt to verify, 2) I found my bike and rode 10 miles home...on a flat tire).
I spent the majority of last week putting in a patio. Candice and I did ALL the work ourselves, including, but not limited to: moving over 8,000 lbs of gravel (4 yards), 1,000 lbs sand (1/2 yard), and over 250 2" thick concrete paving stones (~3,000 lbs) all by hand, with only a shovel and a $50 wheel barrow...who's wheel was precariously close to pinch-flatting. Despite our best efforts, it still turned out completely flat and level - almost like we knew what we were doing. Here's a shitty pic from my phone of how it turned out (and Missy, our cross-eyed cat):
That's almost 2/3 of it. Come to find out I suck at centering subjects, too.