Not much to report on the weekend.  Walter is still adjusting - he and his new mom are getting along well.  He made his first friend - another female in the building about his same age and size.  He's pooping a lot - seriously, I think he shits more than he eats.  I should just call him Poopbag.

The gf and I went to San Marco for dinner on Saturday night.  It had been a while since I'd been there - I forgot how good (and cheap!) the food is.  Most of the entrees are $10 or less, though the fish and veal specials run around $13-15.  We got a bottle of Stella Montepulciano, an excellent fruity and mellow table wine, for a mere $18.  I had the sausage and rigatoni, which was awesome, and the gf had the pesto gnocchi, which was decidedly over-salted.  And of course  cannolis for dessert - so effing good.  With the bottle of wine, pre-dinner cocktails, her shot of lemoncello and my grappa, we were pretty loaded by the time we got home.  There was a little tv watching followed shortly by a pasta-and-booze-induced coma.

Sunday was another lazy day, although a serious night for tv watching.  The West Wing season premier (lackluster at best), the Curb Your Enthusiasm season premier (excellent), and a new episode of Rome (to which I am now inseparably addicted), all in one night.  I know, I know my life is fascinating right now, isn't it?  Well, feel free to use the comments section to discuss San Marco, Italian food, West Wing, Curb, Rome, your chronic gum disease, my penchant for inappropriate references to genital herpes, etc.  It's kind of a free-for-all today.

Oh, and if you think you're going to get an exciting post tomorrow, forget it.  Monday is the ritual day for Mr. Chen's and the West Wing marathon on Bravo.