quoted: "i don't think there's anything i can't drink" -dottie

quoted: "any sport where you piss yourself is not for me" -dottie, on triathlons

quoted: "where are we going now?" -pete. i'm going to be sick." -dottie

what a weekend. the first weekend of summer. exquisite. and so depressing that it's taken until august to have one. the days are getting depressingly short. sigh. but the weekend was amazing, so we'll set all that aside for now.

on friday andrew and i headed down to clapham, where we met dots & pops for some dinner and cocktails. but all were quite exhausted, so we made an early night of it. saturday morning included the obligatory laundry and gym, which were followed by a trip to the hampstead bathing ponds with mike. i love swimming. love. swimming. it's on my top 4 list of non-people loves of my life: swimming, pancakes, and ice cream sandwiches.

speaking of pancakes, actually, i made some for breakfast on sunday, and managed to get a nasty burn on my right index finger. it hurt all day, and it looks pretty gross now, but it hasn't blistered. so i win? maybe?

back to saturday: after swimming, we went to meet roisin for a LOVELY dinner at clem's. none of you will believe me when i tell you that the eggplant she made was one of the best things i've ever eaten. i KNOW. dinner managed to run from 7.30 to midnight, at which point andrew and i headed to the pimms party at ryan's flat in mayfair. that was very good fun, too.

sunday was triathlon and royal china. it was great to see roisin (as always), but it's weird to think i won't see her for 9 months now. SIGH.

making my first ever trip to brixton tonight to eat mexican food and go to a concert. hopefully won't get stabbed or mugged. or both. will report tomorrow.

quoted: "touch it like you're straight, motherf---er" -ellis at the wandon party

i think i may have stumbled across the source of my writer's block: my life is boring. i go to work, where i mostly deal with things i can't write about publicly. then i go to the gym, the details of which i won't bore you with. then i eat something (last night: wagamama, even though i give them a 5/10), and then i do some reading slash watch some sort of bit-torrented television show. and then i go to bed. none of this offers particular interest or wisdom. which is pretty sad.

that said, i'm not in a rut. i'm pretty darn excited for this weekend, for example. i'm going to try to trick some folks into going to to the bar at the roof garden of the trafalgar hotel. we'll see how that works out. tomorrow i have grand plans on the swimming ponds at hampstead heath with andrew and carl and maybe mikes. and then ryan is having a pimms houseparty at his flat in mayfair. so that's that. plus, roisin is in town for a triathlon. hurrah!

quoted: "i did not say that about bullimia. i was talking about rape." -james r

we had a bbq for tech journalists at work yesterday evening. the weather held (against all probability, considering its propensities in the past two months). perhaps summer will actually make an appearance this month after all. i'm not holding my breath. in any case, it turns out that having 3 or 4 beers makes it a lot easier to stay late at work. go figure.

robin came around for dinner at the flat after he and andrew went to the gym. they were clearly on the lash, and hilarity ensued at 4 am, after they'd been to cheapskates. i won't give away the whole story, but it involved slipping on wet concrete and passing out mid-SMS. so there you go. school night drinking IS a good idea...or not.

i went to the gym this morning, where i had my most satisfying swim yet. normally, if i don't make it to the gym right when it opens, because otherwise the pool gets too crowded. and i hate sharing a lane with some jerk who swims a bad breaststroke that takes up the whole lane. a lot. so today i just got in the fast lane and front crawled to my heart's content. and all the slow people in the fast lane changed lanes. as they should do. and i had a great swim. except cleaning my ears out turned the towel green, which makes me suspect that i might be made of copper.

there's not all that much more going on. i had grapes for breakfast today. and if that's not the most useless information on the interweb, it's got to be close.

quoted: "it's like pussy bat wings" -fulham broadway.