It was a thoroughly stupid weekend.

Friday, my girlfriend asked that we go out for drinks. And I stupidly agreed even after I had promised myself that I would not go out on the town for awhile. So we did. She arrived there an hour later, latched on to this guy that was seated at the bar who seemed to pay me no mind for the hour I had sat there with him, but was instantly gushing over my friend. He bought her drinks, started reciting his love of movies, just sheer gushing, etc. My girlfriend didn't even have time for me. I had sat there for an hour waiting on her and she had more words for the gushing guy than she did for me. So I left and went to another equally useless place. More on this later.

Went to the museum on Saturday. It was lovely, would have been better if this was not the last day of the civil rights exhibit and every black person in Atlanta plus her curious white friend hadn't decided to come out to see the exhibit. Can I say crowded and noisy? When you look at an intense photograph, you want to be absorbed in it for a few seconds, imagine what was going on moments before the camera went off, the seconds before and after the shot, and then you start to live in those moments, to see it through the photographer's eye for a few more seconds before you move on to the next picture. With the crowd, some standing directly in front of the picture, having nonsensical discussions, it's damn near impossible to even see the photograph much less concentrate. It takes away the joy of photography, as a matter of fact, of any art form.

Went to Tap and had the most amazing eggs benedict meal I've had in my life. Amazing, fingerlicking, hangover begone meal. Superb! With two beers, the afternoon breeze and midtown view, nothing could be better at that moment.

Sunday, woke up early, rode my bike around the block and felt a-okay. Stopped by Starbucks and had a latte while reading the Sunday NY Times, which I really should subscribe to now, my love for it is getting ridiculous. Thoroughly relaxing morning closed the seemingly stupid weekend.

The last 2 paragraphs made up for it.