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Weekends are such finicky premises. One spends all week at work looking forward to that 5 o'clock Friday siren marking the end toil and a 60 hour shore pass for a little R&R. But as anyone knows, even the best laid plans for a strong weekend can go sideways real damn easy. A flat tire. Sudden bills. A cancelled party. A rabid chimp. All saboteurs that easily bitter what should be bliss, tasty eats, a little yard work and good company.

So dear reader, you'll agree it's no small wonder when a full 60 hours are strung together under the blues skies of an Indian Summer, and grant me a little indulgence in giving you a photo report on the going-ons in mattlandia.

Friday :: Bar and Conversation. Nothing beats a good plate of warm food, the clunking of ice cubes in thick glass tumbers, and a long winding train of conversation and laughter. Friday night was spent sitting at the Warren, enjoying the aforementioned luxuries.

The Bonnie to my Clyde

"I'm telling you, a boil this big is nothing to lose sleep over."

San Mateo de los Cuatro Dedos

Saturday :: Chomp and Stomp. I've grown lucky in the years I have in A-Town and probably not moreso than in having a frienship with Dan. It's good to know I can call him anytime, day or night (trust me, I've tested this) and know that there's a guy on the other end who'll do what needs doing.

MENTAL NOTE - A friend is someone who does what needs doing, often without needing to be asked. It's the 'need' that changes in color and tensile strength, making friendships pliable and prone to change.

Dan and I spent the afternoon sitting in the sun and The Cabbage Town Chomp and Stomp, eating dogs, checking out the art, people watching and scheming a plan for world domination.

Bobbing for Brussel Sprouts -- BRILLIANT.

Tolerating each other for 8 years.

Seriously. When do I get to own a classic?

Sunday :: Nachos and Pigskin. Ummm... what could be better than sitting on the couch, scarfing Nachos and Mountain Dew, watching the Falcons pound the Dolphins? Oh yeah, doing that in the company of a fine piece o' woman. For the record Zoe, hearing you say "Ooo... I like that Alge Crumpler" is just plain hot.

That's right, I mixed Black and Pinto beans. That's how I roll people.