Do you really think you can just put it in a safe behind a painting, lock it up and leave

When its an entire weekend of clear bright skies and 70 degrees, I'm not sure there's anything else to do but ride/walk around, visit friends, eat food, and listen to music. And wear my seersucker trousers both days. The Tinariwen album is a favorite when riding my bike in the sunshine, but the Yeasayer song "Sunrise" is good too. Note: this isn't a real video, just the song itself with a picture of a sunrise, so you can continue reading your friends page while listening!

I need to compile my "sunshine bike ride mix" in anticipation of summer finally, finally arriving. (I checked the 7-day forecast, and while there's rain in the future, the low for everyday doesn't seem to go below 60.) I'm sure it will be 85+ and I will be sweltering soon, but for now, 70s is my sweet spot so I'm going to enjoy.

Friday: Sex and the City movie in the afternoon (thoroughly entertaining fluff), evening was alone time in the house after work until DYA came home and we watched the final episode of The 4400 ever which sort of crept up on us, we didn't expect such a short season and a short episode.
Saturday: gym with mintwaster, then after that we had brunch with broqued and gem_stellar at a diner. I biked down to blondestallion's house for a spontaneous visit and tapdanced for her entertainment since the power was out. Then had a date with DYA that night involving Honky Tonk BBQ and a show at Davenport's for my friend's CD release party, which was all swanky and grown-up. I wanted to order manhattans, but didn't want to blow tons of cash and then be so drunk I couldn't get myself home. The concert was great, she has the type of energy that I just fall in love with her again every time I see her, she's just so damn open and gorgeous and smartly silly.
Sunday: gym with mintwaster again, thought this time I rode my bike there and back. Writing group in the early afternoon, then biking down to Division Street to see the 1900s play, and I hope that vfc's video footage turns out well, because the lead female singer/tambourinist was AWESOME and I could watch her all day. After the show, I grabbed a quick slice of pizza with Chip before she went to a play and I biked home. DYA was home earlier than planned and we ended up watching Midnight Cowboy as part of our ongoing project of filling in film history gaps in our education. That movie was not at all what I thought, if felt more trippy and weird than Easy Rider, but then again, I haven't seen Easy Rider in a hella long time. Then I went to bed and wrote a bunch until I fell asleep. Since my trip to SF and getting back, I've been handwriting a lot more, and now that muscle is getting into shape. I realized last night that my journaling there is a mix of more private stuff as well as just random crazy-brain thoughts, somewhat how I used to be here more. It's tempting to now make some sort of declaration of How Things Are (or Will Be) in how this might effect blogging, but I'll just hold off and see how it goes. I mean, its only been a week.