Social Butterfly

Ever since starting culinary school, my schedule has consisted of three things:

Work
School
Hanging out with The Young Man

It's not like I'm one of those girls who gets a boyfriend and blows my friends off. It's just that I've kind of been running out of days lately. Also, my time management skills blow.

So, I was positively tickled to get some good quality friend time this weekend. On Friday, The Roommate did the "Burlesque at the Beach" show at Coney Island. I couldn't stay for the whole thing, because it ran long and I have class on Saturday mornings and the F-train is neither the fastest nor the most efficiently running train in the subway system. I did get to see Little Brooklyn and the World Famous BOB perform, but I missed Tigger in all his full frontal glory, and that makes me sad.

Saturday I braved a long line at the Astoria Bohemian Hall and Beer Garden. Meg managed to score us a table, because all she has to do is bat her eyelashes and look cute and strangers just get up and give her things. Seriously. One time we were out and middle-aged guys just started emptying out their pockets and handing her stuff. The usual suspects were all in attendance, much beer was drank, and a coffee pot ended up having the time of its life. Also, if you only click on one link in this entire post, I suggest you click on the one labeled "coffee pot." You won't be sad you did.

Sunday was Curly's first annual (Semi-annual? Bi-annual? Wow, the more you type the word "annual," the weirder it looks.) Weenie Roast. It was mine and The Young Man's anniversary, but we decided to put that on hold until next weekend and support our favorite lesbians. I met many awesome bloggers, but I'm not going to link to all of them because all of this linking business is getting exhausting and I don't actually know who many of them were in the blog world. If you'd like to know who attended and read about them, I suggest you check in with Curly later today. It was her party, so she can take care of all the links. she did post some pics already, though.

Phew. I need a weekend to recover from my weekend. I'm tired, yo.