everybody's working for...

this weekend was immeasurably good for my soul. this is a good thing, as i find myself yet again back here in the den of dead souls, counting away the hours of my life until i am again loose on the streets of the city to create mischief and other general good mojo. today, at least, i have the weekend to reflect upon. this includes:

-newly dyed, murderous scarlet red hair (many thanks to the biscuit for applying the goo and allowing me to turn his bathroom into something that resembles nothing so much as a murder scene).
-a fab show by our favorite drummer, performing his songs with a fiddler and a guitarist. totally different, but as always, marvelously fun.
-dancing. oh, the dancing. it's such an easy thing to pencil out of my schedule that i frequently forget how much i love it, and how good it makes me feel. after ben's show we made our way to a hookah bar on first ave, which has a secret (and by 'secret,' i mean 'unknown to me before saturday night') dj dance space in the basement. we went for a drink and stayed for several hours; i was on the dance floor for most of that, because these hips are made for shaking. naturally, the evening was slightly marred by the ubiquitous dance floor troll--that random guy who consistently tries to get up in the grille (so to speak) of every girl on the floor (there is one at every dance venue. fortunately, this one didn't try to sniff my ass), and seemed particularly fond of hovering around me and the lovely liz. fortunately for us, we came accompanied by a phalanx of handsome boys to act as our beards and run interference for us. sunday morning, i was as sore as i remember being in a long, long time, but it felt absolutely wonderful.
-brunching. you cannot really go wrong with brunch with friends, particularly at a place that looks like it was decorated by griffin and sabine, doesn't even OFFER melon and makes the most heavenly lemon poppyseed bread. put it two blocks from my house, and i'm in paradise.
-ipod. dom, being the astute and amazing boyfriend that he is, beat me to the punch of upgrading my ipod, presenting me with a new 30GB machine for my birthday (how fortunate that the DSL at work had gotten shut off earlier in the week--i had been planning to buy one for myself). it's been languishing, empty, for the last couple of weeks, because all my music exists solely on the old pod; the hard drive on my little laptop before it died was so small that i could not maintain a music library therein. so, it took me a couple of weeks to figure out how to transfer all the music off the pod and on to dom's machine in order to affect the transfer. two weeks of queries and three hours of grappling with the software later, ShivPod 2.0 is ready for action, and ready for business. word.
-alias. if you know much about me (and my kickboxing, and my interest in spies, and my love of costumery, and my love of geekery), i shouldn't even need to explain this to you at all. suffice it to say, i have found myself in possession of the third season (Which i missed entirely while it was being broadcast) on DVD, and yesterday i found the opportunity to break it out and indulge. an afternoon of an asskicking girl superspy? i fail to see how tv gets better than that.

so that was my weekend. when can i do it all again?