the weekend that won't be

I've been pulling weeds and chopping down dead bushes and planting and cleaning and cleaning and cleaning in preparation for Nibsmother's visit. I've already whined that I'll be missing SEAF, but roughly as bad will be missing the SEAF afterparties. Yeah, they start at my usual curfew time anyway, but they've got a good local DJ lineup. Those of you with techno proclivities - oh yes, I know who you are - might want to check it out. The flier I saw at the Mercury made me squee.

Silver lining: Nibsmother leaves on Sunday afternoon, in time for me to catch a disco nap and go to Flammable at Re-bar, which I don't get to very often and which Nibs will owe me with interest by that point.