Yesterday was without a doubt the most glorious afternoon that I have spent in the last year, hands down.

After a long Saturday night (whiskey, I love you) and a lazy morning spent in bed (getting out of it a Herculean effort) I was supposed to meet up with a girlfriend at a restaurant downtown. We never quite got around to that part, though, which may or may not be due to the fact that when I stopped by her house to pick her up I had a case of beer in my arms.

Actually, it was entirely due to that.

What followed was beautiful: two girls getting drunk (mostly me), getting high (her), and getting ice cream from across the street (both). We managed to kill a good three hours this way, sitting on the porch, getting fucked up, and coming up with the solutions to life's greatest problems. (Why yes, I do believe I'll have another.)

While I could have lived on her porch (only until I plan out and execute the death of one of her roommates) I had to head back for Costa Mesa for the night. Normally this is enough to bring on the Sunday-evening blues as it dawns on me that 1) I will be back in Costa Mesa for two whole days, 2) I have to be at work at 9am on Monday, 3) I will likely be hungover at that time. However, I'm pleased to report that last night, while not at totally perfect as the afternoon, was still pretty great: pizza, beer, and The Venture Brothers. And I was asleep by 11, which made yesterday the first Sunday in forever that I have not been up until at least 4am.

It's not a trend that I expect to last, but hey, I'm all for trying something different.