I was alone. I was all by myself. No one was looking... I was thinking of you....

I could get used to living by myself. Don't get me wrong, I love the Roommates, but there's something to be said for walking around in just my flip flops, a guilt-free 3 hour-block of Laguna Beach watching and leaving my dishes/books out all over the place. Oh and sometimes the sound of absolute solitary is quite nice.

Friday: Another good thing about living sans roommate is that when you happen to turn to Saving Private Ryan and get all misty-eyed no one is around to see you. Who am I kidding? My eyes gushed like a geyser. But you show me someone who doesn't get a little choked up when Mrs. Ryan receives those three telegrams and I'll show you a kraut-chomping, heat-of-stone rat bastard. (My list of personal movie tear jerkers is a great idea for a future column though). Which made for a great moment for E to call me about going out.

"Are you ok? Did I wake you?"
"No, no I'm fine. Just watching the Celts game.... Give me half an hour, I gotta hop in the shower."
"... ok, I'll see you in a bit. Are you sure you're ok?"

Nothing like exposing your sensitive side before going out for some drinks and dancing. Yup, I'm keeping up with my monthly tradition oft dancing once, and no more than once, a month alive and kicking. This time it was with E and another girl from work. She has that Rachel Leigh Cook doe-eyed thing going for her and can be as sweet as can be, well at least until she mentions her track record. But man RLC is complete and utter eye-candy.

I know I've mentioned it before, but I get paid only once a month and today was that lucky day. BIG MONEY, BIG MONEY NO WHAMMIES! I drank (as good buddy F the T often does) enough to kill a small to medium size Asian family. (The irony of that statement is spectacular.) Long story short: an impromptu smooch with RLC, which was may or may not lead to an awkward Monday morning. But at least I got three weeks worth of material out of not taking the latest rounds of ethics training at work. There's an internal monologue debating the virtues of kissing her when I should probably be just friends, as that is what this girl totally needs. Plus being guy 7 of 14 is not something I want to deal with. But again... totally crushable.

Saturday: Stayed in. Worked on the Portfolio. Talked to L on the IM. Watched two more episodes of Coupling. But the highlight of my day was the most awe-inspiring, finger-licking good BBQ I have had. And right in my backyard to. The words sweaty, spicy and spine-tingling were all used when I called Jason, describing the epic feast that I had devoured mere moments before.

Sunday: Bonus weather is the best. An oops excuse me reacharound from Mother Nature before she drops the hammer of Winter. Mid 60's and sunny. Ran a few errands, took a walk and grabbed some Starbucks in celebration of The Jule's return home. And then it was off to the (new) Gahden to see the Celts take on my boy Yao and the Rockets. Man I didn't know that there were this many Chinese people in Boston at all. It's like they were holding the Dragon Boat festival at North Station tonight. I was in a win-win situation though: rocking the Yao jersey in support of the big man and Celts headband in support of the hometown team and my fantasy squad (the Truth and the Blunt).

The Celts ended up winning, paced by Raef's out of this world performance and a solid game by the rest of the Green. But I really worry about Yao. I know that the Rockets are coming off a back-to-back road trip, which is pretty much a guranteed loss, but this is year 4. 14-10-2 is nothing to sneeze at but he should be DOMINATING. Making the Leap. Maybe he's just saving it up for Beijing 2008, but I was really hoping he would have revolutioned the game by now. At least not get dunked on so much. I'm still in his corner. He just needs to get the Eye of the Tiger going.