The infamous "hoogie" party ( 27Dec 2002 - Back to the grind. ) is Saturday night. I'm quite pleased I've managed to find a way of getting out of it. The Socialist will still be attending, so I'll probably drag my company out to dinner and maybe a movie, depending on what we're both up for. Turns out that the hostess misspelled "Hoagie" - it appears that your guess was dead-on Allimom! The Socialist loathes sandwiches and lunchmeat. He feels faint if a jar of mayonnaise is opened in the same county. I don't know how he's going to survive this trauma. I'll have to remember to tell him that hot peppers are a traditional hoagie complement. That might help some.
They are calling for a little snow overnight, into tomorrow. It won't be enough to really mess things up on the roadways. I hope the same can be said for the airport. Speaking of which, I have to figure out how to get there from here. I suddenly realized that this is the first time I'll be going down to The Big City directly from my new apartment. I know there's an easy way to do it, but I don't know where the on-ramp is to the highway I want to take. Yet another thing I have to attend to tonight, I suppose.