Apparently my new "thing" is trying to be an adult. This weekend I bought a business suit, a cell phone, and cute little glasses. When you add those all together and mix in a job, I may very well be considered a grown-up. Too bad I don't have a job. A real job, I mean. It's almost like I expect someone to just say, "Oh hey, here, we'll hire you," without all the nonsense of job searches and interviews. Dream on, eh?

But really, I got a cell phone. And to counteract the possible grown-up connotations that may underlie my purchase, one reason I got the phone was because I never got drunken phone calls at ungodly hours and, frankly, I felt a little left out because of it. So, my inebriated compadres, bring it on. I am so ready for you.

Did I mention Darren came up this weekend? We had a grand time with shopping (obviously), frozen yogurt, movies and - bonus - a surprise ship coming into port last night while we were at Canal Park! He slept til noon on Friday, which didn't impress me much, then got drowsy again a couple of hours later when he overdosed on children's Benodryl which, in all honesty, couldn't bother me. In fact the highlight of the weekend was probably watching him, 26 years old and roughly 240 pounds, trying to fight the sleepiness from drugs intended for 9-year-olds.

Ah, it's the little things in life.