I’d wanted to go out to the Citadel on Friday night, but a craptacular week at work had all but wiped me out, so I decided, at the last minute, to stay in. My intent had been to go to bed early, but the muses picked that night to drop in on me. It’s been a while since they’ve visited, so I stayed up and let them guide my creative endeavors.
And then I looked up to find that the clock had jumped from 11pm to just after four in the morning. Gadzooks.
Bed.
Woke up late on Saturday. Tried to coordinate plans with Jamie, but ended up pushing them to Sunday. (She was in a weekend credentialing class longer than she’d expected; I was moving in super-slo-mo.)

Saw Borat. Let me tell you right now: It is as good as everyone is saying. Star/producer/writer Sacha Baron Cohen really took Faulkner’s advice to “kill your darlings” to heart: All the excess in the movie has been capably trimmed away, leaving it a lean, 84-minute comedic gem. (Are you listening, SNL?)
Oh, and I love the flick’s full title: Borat!: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan.

Saturday night, I attended the Lesbian/Gay Chorus of San Francisco’s performance of their fall concert, “Turn the World Around,” an eclectic mix of music from around the globe, most of which was sung in languages other than English.
The show was fantastic. I highly encourage anyone who has not yet done so to take in one of their performances; the next one listed on their website is at the “17th Annual Home for the Holidays” concert hosted by the San Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus on Christmas Eve.
(Oh, and my friend Remy had a killer solo! W00t!)
Got together with Jamie on Sunday and had a blast. Movie (Marie Antionette; more on that later), browsing through shops (Cost Plus and a nice secondhand book store), and dinner (Olive Garden).
Definitely one of the better weekends I’ve had recently.