David left for Arizona on Thursday night for a golfing trip, and he's coming back sometime today or tonight. While he's been gone, I remember what it's like to live on my own. Of course I miss him, but it is sort of nice to have some alone time and some emptiness in the place. Hazel came over Friday night and we ate cous cous squash and artichokes (non-David food) and watched Gangs of New York. She's reading the book it was based on and she filled me in with all this extra information about the history of those times, and it was a fun night. Yesterday I made another skirt, out of the same pink flowery print I made my apron with, and I love it. Tiny came over and we went to go see Sex and the City movie, and we were so happy. It was like a big piece of delicious cake. We hung out and got some Del Taco like old times, and stayed up til around midnight, we never got tired. I stayed up even later, reading Phoeobe Gloekner's Diary of a Teenage Girl. Today I'm planning on watching Barry Lyndon and cleaning up the house, maybe doing some more sewing. The sun is out and it's gorgeous outside, so maybe I'll venture out around lunchtime to enjoy it. It's been a long, calm weekend, and I am looking forward to next weekend, when we are going to the Tux store so Run DMC can pick out his wedding outfit.