Friday night got off to a great start when Jay, Chris and I walked over to Le Parker Meridien hotel. Jay read a while back in the New York Times that they have a great hamburger place inside. It's kind of a dive in this nice/chic hotel lobby. Really great hamburgers and the vanilla milkshake was all good! We left there and parted ways. I didn't realize it but it was only 6:20. It's all downhill from here, ha ha.

Saturday I woke up around 9:30. I watched Miami Blues, I like that film and Alec Baldwin has a pretty good role. Then around 2:30 I walked a few blocks to do my laundry. Laundry was uneventful; I was tempted to let the laundry place do my laundry again this week but before I left my apartment, I found this in my laundry bag:

This is not

Bob's sock
This isn't my sock! Where the hell did this thing come from? Needless to say, my laundry can't be trusted in the hands of others.

I got home around 4ish and watched Things to do in Denver When You're Dead. Whew, el-stink-o!

I didn't feel like driving on Saturday, which seems odd as my car is back in my hands after a two-week transmission odyssey. Later Saturday night I regretted not making any plans. I need to force myself to be social, isn't that sad? I watched the Yankees lose, flipped around and did some online browsing. I want a grown-up jacket. Something I can walk around in and it doesn't look like I'm on a one-hour work release program. I ended up at LandsEnd.com. You can make a virtual model of yourself and "try on" virtual clothes. Here's what I look like:

Virtual Bob

I mean, COME ON! Do I really look that big?

Real Bob

Damn, I didn't need that.

Sunday I woke up at 9:30. Well, actually, I didn't. I woke up at 7:30. I turned my clock back before I went to bed but really; I got confused and actually moved it forward. Time has never been my friend. There's a Borden family legend I have to hear about every so often that involves me not being able to read a clock until I was in the eighth grade. And yes, it may be true but does it really need to be brought up, over and over again?!

So with the early start on the day, I got in my Jeep and drove to south Jersey to live the suburban life. I went to a Target store. Now, I could have gone to the Target store about two miles away from Hoboken but I went to the one sixty miles away.Sometimes it's about the journey, not the destination. Great, I sound like a beer commercial. I shopped, ate lunch at a disgusting Wendy's (The floor was grease and there were little flying bugs everywhere) and walked around a mall. Then I drove back to Hoboken and watched football. My car ran flawlessly and there wasn't any transmission leakage. I can breathe again.

I ate some Chinese food for dinner and that was about it for the old weekend.

That's it!

Stay beautiful,

Bob