Lovely Weekend. Will Someone Please Kill The Groundhog?

Don't ever do it without your fez on

I attended the "Fez and Mustache" party at the Looking Glass on Saturday night, which was hilarious and very well attended. Nice work Jason. Then proceeded back to my place with a few friends, where we laughed at nonsense and danced on the tables until the wee hours.

Helped a friend move into Petworth. The dog in residence welcomed her by peeing on her mattress within five minutes. She has two dogs so I guess he just wanted to make sure that any question about who was "top dog" was settled up front.

Sat in lawn chairs on my sidewalk sipping cold beers on Sunday afternoon. It was such a gorgeous day. Warm in the sun, breezy, it felt like being at the beach. Well, a beach where the sand happened to be mixed with portland cement, and the ocean happened to be asphalt and parked cars, but it was almost the same. I swear.

And on that note I am officially calling shenanigans on the goddamn weather. Umm, really? 30 degrees? On my way to work this morning, I heard overnight lows in the low 20's. For the love of baby back ribs when the hell is this going to end? I've had milder winters in Maine. For what seems like an eternity now, we get thrown a bone every two weeks with one nice day, then it's back to the igloo and another $350 gas bill.

Yes, I realize complaining about the weather is about as useful as ordering foie gras at McDonalds. But I just need to vent. We are officially in Spring now, and this is freaking Washington, DC where it's usually 90 degrees at some point in April. Yes, that April, the one that's about 8 days away. If I see another snowflake before December I think my head will explode.

Okay, I feel better now that that's out of the way. I leave you with this. While reading my email yesterday, through seven degrees of Kevin Bacon I arrived at this random person's twitter picture thingy or whatever.

I have never in my entire life seen a better advertisement for a realtor. That's right, they are not, in fact, selling professional assassination services. Nor are they offering private aerial moose-hunting lessons. Yes, they are selling homes. This was apparently seen in a shopping cart at a supermarket in Minnestota.

What the hell is wrong with those Minnesotans?