I have been having such epic cabin fever lately. So yesterday I went out! I went downtown to the coffee shop where I first started hanging out when I moved here last year, and I played some Irish folk stuff with my buddy Gabe and some other friends of ours. Gabe is from Belfast and has a special affection for folk tunes from home, so he's been getting a bunch of musicians he knows and we've been practicing stuff whenever we can. Yesterday was lovely, it was my first time meeting the fiddle player he'd recruited, and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that she was quite skilled (I have hardly ever heard any decent fiddle players).
Then in the afternoon, a former work homie of mine swooped me and we kicked it for the first time in a while. He's moved away for a bit so it's not often I see him. It was pleasant enough until I realized he was still just as annoying and poor in musical taste as always, but then again, that's one of the things that's endearing about the guy. We got a little stony and watched Iron Chef. Of the vastly superior Japanese-and-overdubbed-in-English variety. None of that Iron Chef America horsefuckery, homie don't play. The 'swallow's nest' battle, in case anybody cares to know.
Today I kicked the shit downtown with my friend Seth. We played a form of Scrabble on his phone for a bit and had pizza. Game will likely continue tomorrow, until the point where I have soundly whooped his ass. Then again, he threw some hellfire too, so we'll see. He's at 179 and I'm at 176 (my move), no joke. It'll be a good match. I forgot what it's like playing board games with friends. Nobody I know even does that anymore.
After our battle I came home, napped, showered, went to work and cleaned up ink that somebody had blown bubbles on the floor with. Came home and got a little buzzed on some tree. I've got Reddit browsing and
silly single=player RPG gaming ahead of me now, so I will wish you guys a grand night.