Goddamn, I am definitely getting the hell away from everyone I know this weekend just to ensure I have a weekend more restful than the last several have been. Ain’t it about a bitch to not only need a vacation from work – don’t we all? – but to need a vacation from life as well? So, plans are in progress. No decisions yet but I’m leaning toward taking a modified cue from Davey Crockett and declaring, “You may all go to hell and I’ll go to Tennessee.”
Still, despite the sheer exhaustion that confined me to a sickbed nigh all day yesterday it was a good weekend.
Dropkick Murphys on Friday night in Lancaster. I don’t remember the fine details due mostly to weariness but alcohol may have been involved as well. I do remember the overarching experience: very hot, very loud, very good company.
Saturday I worked most of the day, finally broke loose around 530 and managed to drag my poor, pale carcass out to the crab fest. No crabs for me but ample quantities of beer were available, of which I partook sparingly. A few pints back at home and in bed before midnight. About goddamn time, too.
Sunday night was dinner at Murphy’s in Olde Town and the Sex Pistols at the 9:30 Club. Seeing Lydon stalk the stage like he hadn’t grown up at all in the 25-odd years since the Pistols first broke was an experience in itself. Again, excellent company and not so terribly hot. If it weren’t for the late hour it would have been another spectacular evening.
Finally made it back to work today to find out there’s a flaw in Exchange (surprise!) that allows spammers to authenticate through non-existent accounts. Sweet. So, we’ve been official spammers for four days now and, as a result, are on several blacklists. Lucky us. I am convinced that the cure is worse than the disease when it comes to blacklists – you have a little trouble and suddenly all the lazy admins in the world are blocking your legit business email and you’ve no way of remedying the situation. Spammers I can deal with, most of the time you can just hit delete. Anti-spam zealots I can’t abide.
Such is the week thus far. Only three days to the weekend.