Back In The Saddle

I've been accused of "Family Circus"-like lameness by a disgruntled fan (namely my boyfriend), chastised by CP for my complete absence from the blogosphere, and implored by Lulu (via top secret email) to get rid of Jeffy or Billy or whoever that is because "his sorry little ass" is just too depressing. So fine. Here's a post. I can't guarantee that it will be any good, but at least it'll get Billy's lame little towhead out of sight.

Randy hypothesized that the steamy romance with my (disgruntled?) boyfriend was perhaps sucking the creativity out of me, but that's definitely not the case; I feel just as creative as ever. Hell, I have a veritable shit-ton of blog material kicking around in my brain, and a plethora of stupid letters to the editor stacked next to the computer awaiting my response. But here's the thing: blogging is something I do more as an outlet for myself than as a means of entertaining others. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE that people both read and respond to what I write -- and that's certainly part of my motivation (otherwise I'd just keep a journal) -- but the ole' blog is not something I really want to feel obligated to keep up with.

Plus, check out all the cool stuff I've been doing lately during times I might otherwise have devoted to crafting lengthy (but witty) posts:

1. Spent a weekend at the beach with my sister and several girlfriends from our middle school years. We drank a lot.

2. Saw My Brightest Diamond and The Decemberists, the best show I've seen in quite some time. If you get a chance to see either band live, GO! I meant to post about just how awesome said show was but then I got sidetracked doing other cool stuff. Fortunately, this person was not too busy to detail the awesomeness and this person (from whom I swiped the above photo) was not too busy to post some great pictures.


3. Spent a couple afternoons wandering around the city taking my own cool pictures. Which means I've recently updated my Flickr site.


4. DC Cherry Blossom Festival, which included visits to both the FDR Memorial and the Jefferson Memorial. Of course. Oh, and about 14 tramillion tourons, none of whom understand how to use the Metro despite its complete lack of complication.

5. Introduced the family to the boyfriend over dinner (and plenty of beer) at our friendly neighborhood seafood dive. It went smashingly.

6. Languished on the beach with said boyfriend for a week.

7. Read two books: A Girl Named Zippy, which was fine, and The Bell Jar, which was considerably more than fine.

8. Introduced the boyfriend to my NoVa friends over dinner and plenty of beer at our friendly neighborhood brewery.

9. Spent the weekend with my sister and her boyfriend. We drank a lot.

So there you have it. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming. Which means I guess I'll start posting again. . .