But I shall tell you about my weekend chronologically, dear reader.
It began when my friend Nate and I went out to eat dinner at a new place called Fenz, and we decided to dress up, just for kicks. And while you may think (from the picture above) that Nate must have been unnecessarily nervous (by way of barely touching his plate) and that perhaps I was exceedingly raveneous (for it surely appears that I cleared it), indeed just the opposite was true. For, when this photo was snapped, he had just asked to eat all my leftovers, and so we switched plates. Hehehe.
The next morning I rolled out of bed and went directly to a Rosary Rally, unfortunately neglecting my dental hygiene in the process. I didn't want to be late and I was bringing the bulk of the refreshments, so I just threw on whatever and headed out the door. It was another glorious day, and we all stood on the Rosary beads that had been drawn on the parking lot with chalk. When our prayer for world peace, the conversion of Russia, the protection of the unborn, the upcoming election, and for reparation against our sins which pierce His Most Sacred Heart and Mary's Most Immaculate Heart was over, our parish priest (Father McGarrity) invested us all in the Brown Scapular. This was, I believe, my third investiture. :-)
After that, I eagerly awaited the arrival of my kindred spirit Becky, along with her husband Bob and my Godson David, who were traveling up from North Carolina. But what I came to soon realize was that my recent neglect of Facebook had caused me to miss the important message that they would have to whiz through Pennsylvania (on their way to Maine) with no social stops in between due to a later-than-expected departure. I was disappointed but totally empathetic of running late, and so Becky suggested that maybe we'd get to see each other on their southern decent home next week. I'm hoping so!

After that, I departed for Philadelphia where I was to meet in person for the first time a nice guy I had been corresponding with for 2 weeks who I had met online at AveMariaSingles.com. Jim and I met at the Cathedral of Sts. Peter & Paul for the Catholic Underground, a once-a-month gathering of young adults who come together for Adoration, Confession, worship, music, and socialization. Jim turned out to be the precise portrayal of his profile, and he came out of the cathedral to greet me when I arrived.
The band for the night was The Thirsting, a lively rock band who artfully made the "Salve Regina" into a punk rock rendition. They absolutely were the best band that the Catholic Underground has ever booked!
Jim couldn't stay long because he is a night watchman at DuPont, so we walked around this beautifully-lit fountain in the front of the cathedral before we said good-bye and he departed for work.
Back inside, I tried to socialize with as many people as I could. I caught up with my friend Abby (who asked for prayers for her boyfriend who is going to Iraq), Father Kevin (whose sacrifices for the church I admire), Ben (who just got serious with a girl he met on AveMariaSingles.com), and Andy (who had just been to Atlantic City to visit a girl he likes).
We all didn't stop talking until about 12:30 AM or so, and--with hugs of good-bye--we promised to see each other next month. Then I drove Andy to his car and we followed each other home.
Pictured above is Kalyn, Brian, Tony, Andy, and myself...the last ones to close up shop. :-)