Other than the wife being pissed for not doing the dishes, it was a good weekend.
Between the time I left work Friday afternoon until Sunday evening, I managed to break my thumb, watch my daughter go through dance rehearsals, have a block party with the neighbors, got drunk, had the cops called on us, almost got a DUI for moving my car from the street (where it was illegally parked) to my driveway, passed out sometime after midnight, got the house straightened up, drank some more, and finally crashed Sunday night.
Lots of alcohol, lots of grilled food, lots of good times. Now I just need to find the Advil...