Old habits die HARD...
I'm virtually burnt out on clubbing. Not dancing in and of itself, but the whole meat market atmosphere...the mundanity, the inconsistency, the uncertainty, blah fucking blah....Think I should take an extended vacation. I know, I say this time and again and rarely follow through. Alas, all good things must come to an end. And I suppose it wouldn't KILL me to enforce some semblance of lockdown on my spending habits. Even though I paid off my Visa entirely and am essentially debt free. Currently I'm teaching myself the fine balancing act of living comfortably.....somewhere betwixt eating outdated food and spending frivolously....
Don't misunderstand. I'm NOT planning on abandoning nightlife ENTIRELY and settling any time in the distant future. Although.......I'd prefer being married or single to dating...the emotional rollar coaster takes it's toll....and I'd like to think that the guy I'm sleeping with will be the last. Who wants to be 'out there'? I think that's why we hold on to what we have, even if it's written in the stars that they are clearly not intended for us.
On the other hand, I know that if I don't go, I'll wallow in a hopeless abyss of misery and despair and I owe one night of madness to myself. nd what else shall I do?! Sit.At.Home.And.Twidle.My.Thumbs.? Mope. I have to seek out recruits to play naked twister, now, you see. Long as I'm lost in the music, and as the Soft Cell song goes"Dancing, laughing, I'm drinking.....", I feel as though I could conquer the universe. But then afterwards I'm left unsatified, thirsting for more....
I contradict myself.I realize this and I do not need it brought to my attention.
I knew I should have broken down and done shots in the car prior to meeting Morgan. B*tch was already shitty when I met her at the bar. I had to play catch up and then it's onto the dance floor when suddenly Andy Cusack pops up smack dab in front of me! He and I were 'on again off again' fuck buddies and even dated for a minute. Not even a week ago he'd crossed my mind which goes to show the power of the human thought and how it foreshadows events to come. Now he and Morgan are dating. Strange quirk of fate.I swear, it's like one degree of seperation in HSV as opposed to six. And why is it that these former fuck buddies of mine keep emerging out of the woodwork?
So Mitch is Andy's roomie, but not for long, as he is in the process of buying his own home. He asked about you,tequilalove! And he would like to propose something to you. More soon on that...
Morgan and I managed to lose the guys accidentally on purpose as we were invited to an afterparty, big woo, but found the place to be deserted upon our arrival. Since the guys had their own agendas and that included us, we made our way there.
They took us on a drunken krystal run and honestly, I never imagined it would evolve into a near death experience. The first Krystal was pig-infested, so Andy headed for the one off University Dr., ignoring the closed-road sign. And being quite the show-off, put the petal to the metal, tearing through the barriers; never mind bottoming out his car. No he was sober. Pinky promise.
You daredevil, you. Make me HOT and bothered.
I don't actually know which proved more adventuresome, the wreckless road-warriorism or tantalizing dice-game. Maybe that explains why I'm shy one shimmery bra...Oops, I gave my word that you'd only get the reader's digest version. Wouldn't wanna spill any more beans then I've already? Really ,now, *comment directed @ Andy AND Morgan, a-hem* you guys made my night....
In other news, mine and Barbie's mutual friend Bettina is hospital bound, bless her heart, and soon will be birthing her second baby. So who does that leave as next in line for maitron of honor. ME! ME! ME! I consider it an honor, b/c she and I have been friends for over a decade.
Gawd, I remind myself so much of Rob Lowe's character in St. Elmo's fire. Unruly and out of hand. I love it!Being EvIL, I meant. Heh...
Save some for me...
MWA.HA.HA.
~~~BAT~~~
Don't misunderstand. I'm NOT planning on abandoning nightlife ENTIRELY and settling any time in the distant future. Although.......I'd prefer being married or single to dating...the emotional rollar coaster takes it's toll....and I'd like to think that the guy I'm sleeping with will be the last. Who wants to be 'out there'? I think that's why we hold on to what we have, even if it's written in the stars that they are clearly not intended for us.
On the other hand, I know that if I don't go, I'll wallow in a hopeless abyss of misery and despair and I owe one night of madness to myself. nd what else shall I do?! Sit.At.Home.And.Twidle.My.Thumbs.? Mope. I have to seek out recruits to play naked twister, now, you see. Long as I'm lost in the music, and as the Soft Cell song goes"Dancing, laughing, I'm drinking.....", I feel as though I could conquer the universe. But then afterwards I'm left unsatified, thirsting for more....
I contradict myself.I realize this and I do not need it brought to my attention.
I knew I should have broken down and done shots in the car prior to meeting Morgan. B*tch was already shitty when I met her at the bar. I had to play catch up and then it's onto the dance floor when suddenly Andy Cusack pops up smack dab in front of me! He and I were 'on again off again' fuck buddies and even dated for a minute. Not even a week ago he'd crossed my mind which goes to show the power of the human thought and how it foreshadows events to come. Now he and Morgan are dating. Strange quirk of fate.I swear, it's like one degree of seperation in HSV as opposed to six. And why is it that these former fuck buddies of mine keep emerging out of the woodwork?
So Mitch is Andy's roomie, but not for long, as he is in the process of buying his own home. He asked about you,tequilalove! And he would like to propose something to you. More soon on that...
Morgan and I managed to lose the guys accidentally on purpose as we were invited to an afterparty, big woo, but found the place to be deserted upon our arrival. Since the guys had their own agendas and that included us, we made our way there.
They took us on a drunken krystal run and honestly, I never imagined it would evolve into a near death experience. The first Krystal was pig-infested, so Andy headed for the one off University Dr., ignoring the closed-road sign. And being quite the show-off, put the petal to the metal, tearing through the barriers; never mind bottoming out his car. No he was sober. Pinky promise.
You daredevil, you. Make me HOT and bothered.
I don't actually know which proved more adventuresome, the wreckless road-warriorism or tantalizing dice-game. Maybe that explains why I'm shy one shimmery bra...Oops, I gave my word that you'd only get the reader's digest version. Wouldn't wanna spill any more beans then I've already? Really ,now, *comment directed @ Andy AND Morgan, a-hem* you guys made my night....
In other news, mine and Barbie's mutual friend Bettina is hospital bound, bless her heart, and soon will be birthing her second baby. So who does that leave as next in line for maitron of honor. ME! ME! ME! I consider it an honor, b/c she and I have been friends for over a decade.
Gawd, I remind myself so much of Rob Lowe's character in St. Elmo's fire. Unruly and out of hand. I love it!Being EvIL, I meant. Heh...
Save some for me...
MWA.HA.HA.
~~~BAT~~~