There were many, many reasons to arrive Sunday night with nostalgia for the weekend just passed. Besides the the birth of the long-gestated McNuggitini (more to come on that), there were
1. People taking their trousers off playing Rock Band:
2. Articulating, through means of a size 000 brush, the affection of strangers:
3. Washing a load of stripes,
...plus: staying up until 3am talking to girlfriends I've known since I was 14, reading a book in a laundromat, some laps around a track, and eating really enormous shrimp.
All in all, it was a well-earned weekend, lavishly enjoyed. Did I mention that I ate shrimps the size of my fist? Duuude.
Enjoy your Monday, have a green beer and save a high five for me.