It was A Midsummer Night's Dream at the New School on Friday night. For a show I've seen a few dozen times, not too shabby. I laughed. They cried. I laughed some more.
Side note to NYC: Replace your radiator heat. It's awful.
Saturday found me asleep. Saturday afternoon found me shopping, chopping, and prepping for the girlfriend's bruschetta. Saturday night found me consuming large quantities of wine and playing Taboo. My inner yuppie scum was delighted.
Sunday found me unsticking my car, driving all over creation, dragging a muddy, messy Christmas tree into the apartment, and then cleaning said apartment. It was classy. Oh yeah, and then unsticking my roommate's car.
Shorter: I r errand boy.