Because I'm what you might vulgarly call a "Snow Pussy," I almost canceled last night's plans with Carole due to the storm that hit on Friday morning. I didn't, though, and despite the fact that some of the roads were still pretty bad out here, I got to her apartment in just over an hour. All things considered, I actually made excellent time.

And I'm so glad I put my fear of snow driving behind me, because Carole and I had a great time. She took me to see The Screwtape Letters at The Mercury Theater, and it was an excellent show. Carole's on the same "I-need-to-get-more-cultured" kick that I am, and we agreed that next time I go downtown to hang, we'll either see another play or find a gallery opening to visit. We also had a great dinner at some Cuban restaurant near her place, did quite a bit of bar-hopping, and ended up closing the last bar down that we hit. It's about twelve hours later, and I think I still might be a tad bit tipsy. All in all, a successful night.

I just finished up my Christmas shopping, and now I have the rest of the day alone. Chris is out for the entire day with some of those dudes he knows, and I've got a nice little plan cooked up for myself. Step one, make a pound of cheese fries. Step two, go put on my robe and slipper socks. Step three, open a bottle of wine. Step four, pop in a movie. Step five, enjoy all of those things at once. I know, I know- it's hard not to wish you were me right now.