Out of Town. . . Again

I’m heading off tonight for my weekend with Drama up in the ‘burbs. Drama has been known to keep me out as late as 4:00 a.m. on past visits so there’s no telling the kind of trouble we might get ourselves into this weekend. Also, I get to meet The Man. What that tells me is that Drama trusts that both he and I are pretty normal, and that she trusts neither of us will freak out about the other. Also, what that means is I can give a full report back to the bloggers who care about our dear Drama so you know the scoop on her new guy too!

This is my third weekend in a row out of town. Although, for the most part, I have enjoyed, and will enjoy, my weekends away I am kind of looking forward to next weekend. Next weekend will be all about sitting in front of the TV in sloppy sweats watching March Madness (hope the NCAA doesn’t drop by and sue me for trademark infringement), the first round of the NCAA tournament. Yes, it will be nice to travel no further than the kitchen and bathroom during halftimes and between games instead of heading off to various Midwestern cities and sleeping in strange beds. (I understand, though, that I’ll get to sleep on Spongebob sheets this weekend so, you know, there is an upside to all this travel.)

Speaking of basketball, the Illini will be playing this evening in the Big Ten tourney without the benefit of their team’s backbone, Chester Frazier. Lips are tightly sealed around the circumstances, but apparently his right hand is “severely injured.” He may be out not only for the Big Ten tourney but the NCAA as well. That would be a shame. One wonders if tight lips are because the injury is the result of some youthful impetuousness on Frazier’s part. This year has seen little in the way of off court antics by the players. Maybe we just couldn’t make it through a whole season without it. I’ll be listening to the game on the radio as I make my way up to Drama’s place. If you happen to be out on the IL interstates this evening and see a middle aged woman driving down the road yelling and gesturing, that’d be me. I’m animated when I watch/listen to basketball games. Ask anybody who’s ever watched/listened with me.

Oh yeah, and it’s Friday the 13th again, for the second month in a row. That’s what you get for having one in February. Unless it’s a leap year you’ll have another one in March. I’m counting on having no ill fortunes today. (Hmm, perhaps those anti-depressant meds are working after all.) I am looking forward to a good start to a great weekend. No more Friday the 13ths until November. Just in case, you know, you cared.