Whole Lotta Nuthin'

That pretty much sums up our week-end activities. And it was wonderful.

Lately our Friday-Sundays have been jam-packed with productivity, bar-hopping, travel, or worst of all, work. And while I generally enjoy most of these things, sometimes its nice to just turn everything off, tune everyone out and wallow in unwashed, solitary introspection. Or maybe not introspection so much as a state of complete anti-social vegetation.

The only foray we made into the civilized world this week-end was to catch Run, Fat Boy, Run at the Drafthouse with our friends Katie and Derek.
It was actually the second time I've seen this movie this month. The first time was at the Paramount during the SXSW film festival when it was introduced by the director, one Mr. David Schwimmer. Its a nice, simple, funny movie, but do yourself a favor and divert your eyes during the blister-popping scene. Why, David, why??

p.s. SXSW Aside: Moby was in town to play a show during the music festival. And I know someone who MADE OUT WITH HIM! THE Moby!

Geeky cute

I won't say who, but apparently she was all cute and smitten afterward. They were apparently texting each other all the next day, and we haven't heard from her since so don't know if there was ever any follow-up. The last we heard, he said he was going to take her on some trip with him. I'm eager to hear any future reports. Ha!