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Yesterday morning I overslept, waking up to my alarm only to fall back asleep and have a nightmare about marriage and ancient, brittle teeth, wake up all a-fluster and late, break a glass while I'm trying to make myself iced coffee and get out the door. I actually hit Eileen's car trying to park in the morning, while my jerk boss watches the whole thing and then makes a big show over inspecting both of our cars -- not a scratch on either one, but I still felt really weird all day for having done it in the first place. The rest of the day was work, got off and drove home and got a call from Tara inviting me to go see the South Austin Jug Band at Mercury Hall. While I was envisioning actual jugs? No, in fact it's a bunch of young guys playing really good, really pretty bluegrassy music. I lusted over the mandolin player over the weak vodka tonics Geneva kept me in supply with (he was from Spokane, guys!), smoked a cigarette and talked to Jenny about her VISITING, YES and after the show, a bunch of us decided to take a night swim over at Justin and Mary's apartment pool. I called Gabi and she drove over to meet us, while Tara, Geneva, Mary and Patrick and I dragged a cooler bag on wheels over to the pool and jumped in. We ended up drifting and drinking beer and going back and forth from the heinously hot hot tub to the pool, which wasn't cold at all, and playing chicken. So, Thursday night was really my Friday - we were out until two, while I drove home Hannah called and we had a long, long talk while she made guttural noises into the phone, went to sleep at some ungodly hour, woke up still a tad bit drunk and went to work. The day was busy as all hell, so I managed to stay awake and actually do pretty dang well. After work, Geneva, Sherman, B and I went to Maudie's for dinner where I had the tastiest salad in existence, then went back to his house. B fed me half of one of his special cookies, and Geneva a whole one, which pretty much ended the night right there - I was falling asleep on the back porch by eleven o'clock, so Geneva and I went home, ate the rest of the ice cream in the house, I think, and passed out. And get this - I slept until one o'clock this afternoon. What the hell is that? Whatever, now I'm going to make as best I can with the rest of my weekend.





Everybody at Mercury Hall



Mary, me and Tara



Patrick on Geneva's shoulders, right before knocking me into the water