In no particular order, and with a friend:

• See Life of Brian at the Somerville Theater.
  
• Discuss pre-Christian mystery cults, the nature of bread, and the Pogues over chicken vindaloo and a particularly robust red.
  
• Go at each other until we can't see straight.
  
• Then, go again.

No sense pining, though. I'd honestly be happy with someone to read Nin to me.

Update: On second thought, perhaps smearing pie all over my face and running around in my yard yelling "Aren't I pretty?" has more promise.

Yes, I need to get out more.