Get a wall calender that you both can put down plans on. That way, when you're planning something, you can look at the calender to coordinate or reschedule.
First come, first served (or something like that).
Why is it that no matter how high the quality of beer, now matter how good it smelled or tasted in the glass, once it is dropped on the floor it smells like the morning after remnants of a Frat house kegger?
After lurking for a while, I see a thread I can contribute to:
The Eagles.
I want to puke every time I head "Hotel California", and that taints every other song of theirs for me.