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Big Plans. Big Crash.

By revolutionaire.
In other news, I have a three day weekend and seemingly no one to make plans with. It's actually quite disappointing. I don't know, I just don't want to stay home. And, I won't, I'm sure of that. I just don't want my only outing to be when I go pick up my Grandma at the bus station on Saturday morning.

When Gary found out I was unaccounted for this weekend, he invited me over for their Memorial Day cook-out. We'll see. I don't mind spending time with he and Margie and whoever else may be there, but ... I just don't know. I'm not not unhappy with Gary right now, and yes, the double negative is deliberate. So, I've got words and concerns for him and I just don't know if that's the kind of situation I need to find myself in -- a family occasion at the Hine house. hmmm...

Hopefully this weekend hanging out with Sarah will work out for Sunday. If it doesn't, I've got my fingers crossed that Patrick will be in town, and if he's not ... I might find myself blazing toward the beach for a day or something. Shit, I might go to the beach on Saturday.

As far as definites this weekend go, I WILL be seeing Indiana Jones this weekend, as well as possibly seeing Iron Man. Theatre hopper, perhaps? teehee.

Tonight, Susan and Cassie are hanging out with some of Cassie's friends in Gainesville. They extended the invitation, but I don't know if I feel like mingling with people I've never met.

I want to go to the Florida Museum of Natural History. They're housing a few exhibits I want to see. In fact, on Saturday, they're doing a few different butterfly releases. I imagine that's going to be fascinating. I wouldn't mind seeing it.

I found out that every Friday night between now and October, the Downtown Plaza houses free, live music in Gainesville. I wouldn't mind partaking in that. For real.

Actually, after writing all of this, I've figured that tonight, I want to paint. So, that's my plan.

Everyone (all ONE of you) have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend. I hope you have better plans than me.

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