You know, I may be going to hell for this one, but I’m now wishing Matt and I had opted to see Wedding Crashers instead of Happy Endings. GOD, THAT MOVIE WAS HORRIBLE. Don’t see it. Please and thank you.

Other than $10.75 wasted, my weekend was wonderful. Thursday night I caught The Beat My Heart Skipped at Angelika Cinema with Whitney (very good), with coffees afterwards at a Little Italy café.

Misshapes this weekend was CRAZY – packed/sweaty/exhausting but wonderful, especially since Cheryl was there (in town from Memphis) and so was Matt’s mustache. There was dancing. It was dirty. It was amazing.

Speaking of amazing, I found the cutest coffee shop ever in Williamsburg, just up the street from Beacon’s Closet, where I now have a discount. Don’t be jealous.

Last night ended up lazily at Billy and Eric’s apt. Them chowing nachos and drinking wine, me eating spinach salad and diet soda. Everyone making fun of (mmm, watching?) National Treasure and boxing with the kitten. You know, the usual.

MIKE MYERS TONIGHT.

p.s. This is journal entry #1,093. It's official: I have had this thing forever.