So here’s my weekend in a nutshell:

Friday: I worked like a madman until late and hung out met a friend for a few drinks afterward. Late (we’re talking 1:30 a.m.) another friend of mine needed a drinking buddy, so I grabbed my trusty fifth of Maker’s Mark and headed over. We watched several episodes of Sex and that City, which I had never seen before, and talked. Obviously, we talked about her troubles, and I really hope I was able to help. I get frustrated sometimes because what seems so obvious to me is impossible for her to see. Whenever I find myself getting to the point where I just want to shout, “Don’t you see what’s going on here!” I have to stop and think about what I’ve gone through in the last couple months and remember what it feels like to be blinded by love and all those horrible, hurt feelings and raw emotions that come out of a situation like this. I think I’m over my break-up, but it took three months (one month for each year, is it supposed to be that brief?) But it took a lot of work and a lot of alcohol. So, long story short, I spent Friday night trying to be a good friend, I just hope I lived up to that.

Saturday: Besides the afternoon I spent at work and the fact that drinks with Blondie fell through, Saturday was a blast! The year of the gun continued with a battle at the Mizzi House. The lesson I learned that day: when picking partners in a gun battle, always go with the police officer with an “expert” marksmanship rating. Do and Beaker are lucky they both didn’t lose an eye that night. Meanwhile, I don’t think I hit a damn thing all evening. After the battle we hung out at BW-3 with Joy and some of her friends. Seriously, it was one of the most fun nights I’ve had in a long time, and it was a good reminder of why I call these guys my friends. Joy’s friend, whose name escapes me, made for a hilarious time. I swear, I almost lost it when she ran her hand up my thigh. She was wasted and way into Loc, but it was fun to get groped nonetheless. Joy’s no slouch either, she constantly cracks me up. Just so you can gain a little insight into what a night out with the BnFnH crew is like, here’s a little sample.

Loc: Joy wants to know if she can come to our private island when we buy it.
Novak: Will she be wearing a bikini?
Joy: Me in a bikini is not a pretty sight.
Novak: I know, that’s why I’m asking.

All right, so maybe we’re jerks, but at least we have fun while doing it. On a related note, I rediscovered my love for white Russians. You can never go wrong if you’re drinking with the Dude.

Sunday: The weekend wrapped up with a fairly eventful day. I went to a housewarming party for a guy we work with in the afternoon. I wasn’t going to go, but the Intern was going, so I took the opportunity to spend some time outside of work with her. We had a very good time and ended up hanging out longer than I had planned on originally. After that, I worked and then had a hockey game. The curse of the Rebels continued as we lost, again.