Hey guys, I kinda took the weekend off. Sorry I wasn't posting.

I did one thing I've always wanted to do this weekend: I went to the Top of the Mark Saturday night and had a drink. Was it worth it? Not really, unless one enjoys older straight white folks shaking their booties to muzak with jazz/pop leanings, but I can at least say I did it.

Mostly, I spent a lot of the weekend watching likeable, yet mostly unmemorable, movies: Lantana in theaters; Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (props to my far-away-crush for recommending); Separate Tables. As you know, I'm one to watch old movies from time to time; they give me a sense of history, place, time, and frankly are usually much better than the crap that current Hollywood sequel-engineering machine pops up. I nearly rented Soylent Green just because it keeps coming up on the Simpsons, but really couldn't stomach watching Charleton Heston in hero-form.