singing the weekend song

Aaaaah. The weekend.
And it's actually feeling like a weekend and doing weekend things to my head. Like relaxing me and chilling me out and a being a breather from work and other such joys.

Yesterday arvo found me at the footy with wonderful friends and a cold KB (too cold at one time - KB slushies aren't as much fun as you'd think).
Miss A was a vision in loveliness. So much so that we had to forgive the non-team colours she was wearing. But then, no-one does pink as well as she does. And hey, she brought the most delicious wee guiness/coffee/chocolate cupcakes ever, with her as well.

Then onto the pub for another, inbetween patting the Scammer-dog and crocheting.
We all wandered our separate ways into the night, myself up to my brothers' new place for a wee housewarming.
In true innerwest style, his flatmate are friends of friends. So he's close in both place and connections to our big queer family. Which is a good place for a young man straight from the country to be.

Then home to catch up with my boy and dog. On the couch (not the dog) eating a hot apple pastizzi for desert and watching mindless telly before crashing out.
Nice.

Today I am looking forward to heading to the markets later this morning. I'm looking for a port. Not a suitcase. A port. Remember calling them that when we were kids?
I'm thinking that would be a good way of stashing all the many balls of wool I've been acquiring.
Then later today more friends and beer and possibly more crocheting.
*claps hands*
Life is good.