Angie’s Drama

This weekend was pretty fun since we got to hang out with a bunch of different friends at different places. Saturday I went shopping for a few hours trying to find reasonably priced large planters for the outside. I scored some great pots at Big Lots that were so cheap compared to the ones I had been eyeing at Target. Rob and I ended up having a late lunch/early dinner at Rizzi’s which was terrific, as usual. We went to a poker game where yours truly was the first player out. At least I had the chance to embarrass myself by playing Rock Band with Stephanie, Linda and Tucker. After failing miserably at several songs, Rob and I headed dowtown to Eamon Patricks to watch King Orange. We saw a ton of people down there and ended up staying much longer than we expected. Especially since we were up at 8am on Sunday for the Air Show. Again, while it was work, the company was great. And yes, I did have to have my picture taken next to all the signs that said ANG. After the air show, we met up at Schooner’s for a little din-din and got home around 8pm, feeling beat to hell. I didn’t fall asleep until almost 3:00am and even then, I still woke up every 20 minutes or so. Needless to say, I’ve been dragging all day.
How can you tell Spring is in the air? When you’re going down Main Street, going through green lights and have to slam on your breaks because freakin’ idiots decide to walk against the light. And then, after finally getting into the intersection, a ladder truck blares its sirens and horns scaring the ever-loving crap out of me. Welcome to Spring…