Oh dear... you all had such relaxed weekends in comparison to mine

Near total self destruction

Here goes:
Thursday - with the missus out of town, it was a bit too quiet at home so I went to Propaganda for their legendary Thursday nights with Sanchez, a top local DJ.

Ran into a bunch of people I know so danced, drank, went home sometime after 3 before...
Friday - suffering through work all day

Note to self: No more Thursday nights out. Got home after work and alternated dozing off on the sofa with watching CNN coverage of Hurricane Katrina

Eventually dragged myself off to club Fabrique for the usual drinking and dancing marathon, once again running into a bunch of the usual suspects. At some point, already pretty sloshed, I went over to a bar closer to home to see if a couple of friends of mine were there (no idea why!?) and after half hour decided I really needed to drag my butt home!
Saturday - The day started out quiet enough. Straightened up around the house, went to the department store to by some things for the home, made myself a nice pair of burritos with chicken, Mexican rice and feta cheese. mmm

Then I ended up going to meet some friends for drinks at a new bar called Coconuts. Once I hit the 2.5 liter beer mark we walked a block to club XIII for dancing. A UK DJ named Terry Farley was playing - decent tune selection, poor mixing. From there to the bar across the street for one beer then off to after-hours club Mix for a couple hours. Went outside to meet a city already bustling with activity as I grabbed a MacMuffin and hashbrowns and went home.
Sunday - slept until early afternoon then took a nap into early evening. Made some shimp etoufee (Cajun dish... New Orleans on my mind, I guess). Cleaned around the house a litte more and then camped out on my sofa where I surfed the net and watched some of the US Open. Passed out there at some point.
Monday - decided that 3 nights of partying per week when you have to work on a Monday is definitely not a good idea