hubby is off to a trenton thunder (mini spankmees) game with the husband of artsy-art-bitch-face. i thought i was fairly clear on my feelings towards this duo. but apparently i am unreasonable. feh.

i don't like them. i don't want to be all buddy buddy grilling and drinking and friends with these people. and yet, after eating a wonderful meal prepared by his amazing spouse, he takes off to see a team that we despise. i might even forgive it if he had gone off to philly to see the mets. using them for tickets is a whole different story, but this. nope. just doesn't sit well.

so i am going to hang out and drink martinis and watch matrix with lara. seems like is still have the better deal here. no pretentious wanna-be artists, no yankees. still mad. oh, and it's raining. that seems fair.