So, here I am at work, sort-of back in the land of the living, after a long weekend of sleeping and being sick. I left work on Thursday around noon, and didn’t come back until today. Some sort of bronchial issue, I assume. I had a meeting with my boss’ boss today, and he made me sit as far away from him in his office as possible, while I sucked on a cough drop and breathed into a Kleenex. And now, at 2pm…I’m having a Power-C Vitamin Water, with a Smart Water back.

Aside from thinking I was going to die this weekend, it was a weird one, at best. Friday night the hubs and I went to First Ave to see Girl Talk, Dan Deacon, The Show is the Rainbow, and Tay Zonday. Have any idea who any of those people/artists/DJs are? Maybe the last guy. He got pretty famous from his little You Tube stint. (If you still don’t know – view it here.) In any case, the rest was just insane – like a house party full of wasted 18 year olds ready to dance to the most bizarre shit I’ve ever seen. The whole debacle didn’t start until 11pm, and we stayed until just after 2am. (Which more than likely assisted me in feeling like ass.) Here’s a good idea of what the night was like –

Girl Talk is just a dude with a Mac that does really good mash-ups of songs. Such a weird night.

Saturday we had another day of house hunting. It’s getting hard, I’m still holding out for “the feeling” when we see a house, and I haven’t gotten one since the house we put an offer on a couple weeks ago. I’m not willing to just take any house, because I want what’s best for the hubs and I, and whatever offspring that may occur in the next 5-10 years. The hubs on the other hand, wants a house so bad, that his expectations are nearly on the opposite end of the spectrum as me. He’s getting frustrated with me and I feel bad because I want a house just as bad as he does…but I’m just not willing to settle. *sigh* Everyone PLEASE – say a little prayer or cast a spell or something that we come across the house of our dreams soon.