A weekend by rote

is pretty much how it went. Couple of après work drinks in the 'sun', followed by meeting up with Annabel, Antonio et al to celebrate Annabel finishing her finals, followed by a party thrown by a bunch of DJ types in Bruntsfield (which inevitably turned into a mini club in their front room - not necessarily a bad thing, mind). All well and good, but singularly without incident.

Saturday morning passed in my sleep. Saturday afternoon was a world of pain. Saturday night was a carbon copy of Friday evening, except instead of winding up at a party thrown by a group of DJs, we wound up at a party thrown by Josh's old uni committee mates. Our collective heart wasn't really in it, though, and we caught a cab home around 3.

On Sunday I finally broke the mould and got out in the sun for a while. I looked around a few flats, one or two of which were surprisingly reasonable, then went for a cycle around Arthur's Seat and Calton Hill, new and non-geriatric iPod in tow.

Music -> Artists -> Led Zeppelin -> All -> Play

Bliss. Lying in the sun, watching the odd seagull drift overhead (and politely not crapping on my face), listening to guitar riffs not so much written as discovered, is a fine way to spend an hour or two of a Sunday afternoon.