Oy. Boring. Boring. Boring.
Aside from a little escape into civilization yesterday, I've been pretty much just hanging around the house riding out this cold. Which would make great blog fodder if this was Diary Of A Shut-in. Which I'm here to tell you it isn't, despite indicators to the contrary.
I'm a bit pissed off too, because I had big plans this weekend. Ones which included getting sunburnt along with hundreds (thousands?) of other 'mos at Mardi Gras Fair Day and meeting some new bloggerazzi at tonight's Gay Blogger Meet-Up. It was kind of My Big Gay Weekend you could say*. I'm going to have to skip tonight I think, this cold is getting better for sure but I don't really want to risk it or to pass it on.
"Hi nice to meet you. Can I get you something? A cold perhaps?"
So, appropriately (given that my skin has opportunistically decided to 'act out' right now) Ugly Betty premieres here tonight and glued to that is where I'll be. Then it'll be all about the Grand Finale of "So You Think You Can Dance", and yes I know it was over forever ago in the States (and I do know who wins) but I'll still be watching. That's a pretty camp night of tv viewing, so that's some consolation, right?
Should that fail to satisfy, I can always fall back on the DVD of Shortbus, which I bought yesterday. This is ART people, but yes I will be slo-mo-ing throught the dirty bits. Duh.
* ie: a weekend like any other