Spent the day doing a little work and putzing around the house. Tried to fix the damn hinge on the back door, but I think it needs more than what I can do to it today with what I have on hand. Bitch!
Went to 42nd St. Oyster Bar for dinner with Laura. Had a blast! We wound up hanging out there for an extra 90 minutes or so to hear some band's entire first set. We were seated at the oyster bar itself, about 10 feet from the back of the small stage that the band was set up on. They were terrible, and it was all we could do not to bust out laughing at them at every turn. They were so bad it was good, if you know what I mean.