I got invited out for clubbing in DC, so I'll probably do that this evening. I'm not sure why I keep getting these phone calls - I'm the Father Mike of wingmen, and at the moment, I can only go so far as pretend wingman anyway - but I won't ever turn down boozing when it comes with a ride. Still, my game, however weak it may be, is meters ahead of my narcissistic coterie, posing in the corner waiting for an approach. But it's probably my lovely company and enthusiasm for binge drinking.
Saturday - the plan is to go outside. I need some sun desperately.
Sunday, I should visit my dad since we didn't get together last weekend for Father's Day.