It isn't anything really. Just legs stretched across my lap.
The past week seems like it stretches back years. I think more has happened in the past ten days then I ever would have thought possible. Just crazy randomness, drinking and smoking too much, pretty girls, good friends. Well, just Andy really. There was the weekend before though, hanging out with Preet, Alyssa, and Becky. I kind of botched that eventually, but I was freaking tired. That weird little non-themed theme party at Stardust. I don’t know why I’m complaining, I had a good time, had some drinks, played some foosball and met a pretty girl with a boyfriend that I’m never going to see again.
Let’s see, that brings us to the 16th. Don’t recall doing much during the week, I was just working at Park Cities and trying to run errands and try to catch up on sleep at night. Not particularly eventful. Friday I was supposed to go see Doug Benson with Molly, but that got pushed to Saturday. Ended up on Andy’s date with Darla, which soon became me, him, and Justine and Autumn hanging out at Bryan Street, with Lauren grabbing me every half hour to go outside and smoke with her. Jumped over to the ER, of course, because that’s what we do.
Saturday I needed a nap, but settled on coffee before meeting Molly at Hyenas. Laughed my ass off, and generally had a good time. We ended up at Winedale Tavern to see Kyle play. Merritt was there, and it was good to hang out with him for a little while. Molly got smashed, which was alternately hilarious and annoying. We got back to my place and she passed out on my side of the bed almost immediately. For some reason that really messed up my sleep, just being on the wrong side of the bed. Everything was forgiven though, when I was able to wake up to bad jokes, laughter, and immediately formed brunch plans. We just hung out for a few hours after that. Watching random stuff on TV, napping, and running to Whole Foods for snacks. It felt good, and normal, and I want to feel that way more often. But then again, it is Molly, and there’s a lot of weird shit between us and normal, so maybe it was just nice to know I could feel that way with anyone anymore.
The work week was short, since I ended up taking Wednesday off for my birthday. Went out Tuesday night with a good group. There was drinking, and Queen sing-alongs, and extreme ridiculousness. Wednesday I woke up early, got to the ER shortly before noon, then just sat there drinking Jameson for the next seven hours. My kind of day really. Managed to wake up and drag me and Andy to Sulphur for Thanksgiving festivities. Out with Alex and crew in Commerce for a bit. Left the next afternoon, went to buy a new game to spend the weekend with. But people kept calling, and I kept saying “yes”, though I did resolve not to go out or even start drinking before nine, which worked relatively well. Turns out the late night tacos at Vickery are delicious.
Yesterday I got some new books, and the Blakroc record, then met Andy and Justine for refreshments at the ER. Liz invited us to a pub quiz at Trinity, which we did at best middling at. I had to go home and try to sleep so I could make it through today, but not before being mildly sexually assaulted by an extremely drunk Mandi we had to pick up from the Slip Inn. I say this as if I minded whatsoever. Now Denton every day for a week. It should be nice though. I’m stopping at the store on the way home to buy stuff for stew, so I won’t have to bother cooking dinner every night when I get home exhausted, and might actually get some laundry and other sundry cleaning done. Hopefully.
Let’s see, that brings us to the 16th. Don’t recall doing much during the week, I was just working at Park Cities and trying to run errands and try to catch up on sleep at night. Not particularly eventful. Friday I was supposed to go see Doug Benson with Molly, but that got pushed to Saturday. Ended up on Andy’s date with Darla, which soon became me, him, and Justine and Autumn hanging out at Bryan Street, with Lauren grabbing me every half hour to go outside and smoke with her. Jumped over to the ER, of course, because that’s what we do.
Saturday I needed a nap, but settled on coffee before meeting Molly at Hyenas. Laughed my ass off, and generally had a good time. We ended up at Winedale Tavern to see Kyle play. Merritt was there, and it was good to hang out with him for a little while. Molly got smashed, which was alternately hilarious and annoying. We got back to my place and she passed out on my side of the bed almost immediately. For some reason that really messed up my sleep, just being on the wrong side of the bed. Everything was forgiven though, when I was able to wake up to bad jokes, laughter, and immediately formed brunch plans. We just hung out for a few hours after that. Watching random stuff on TV, napping, and running to Whole Foods for snacks. It felt good, and normal, and I want to feel that way more often. But then again, it is Molly, and there’s a lot of weird shit between us and normal, so maybe it was just nice to know I could feel that way with anyone anymore.
The work week was short, since I ended up taking Wednesday off for my birthday. Went out Tuesday night with a good group. There was drinking, and Queen sing-alongs, and extreme ridiculousness. Wednesday I woke up early, got to the ER shortly before noon, then just sat there drinking Jameson for the next seven hours. My kind of day really. Managed to wake up and drag me and Andy to Sulphur for Thanksgiving festivities. Out with Alex and crew in Commerce for a bit. Left the next afternoon, went to buy a new game to spend the weekend with. But people kept calling, and I kept saying “yes”, though I did resolve not to go out or even start drinking before nine, which worked relatively well. Turns out the late night tacos at Vickery are delicious.
Yesterday I got some new books, and the Blakroc record, then met Andy and Justine for refreshments at the ER. Liz invited us to a pub quiz at Trinity, which we did at best middling at. I had to go home and try to sleep so I could make it through today, but not before being mildly sexually assaulted by an extremely drunk Mandi we had to pick up from the Slip Inn. I say this as if I minded whatsoever. Now Denton every day for a week. It should be nice though. I’m stopping at the store on the way home to buy stuff for stew, so I won’t have to bother cooking dinner every night when I get home exhausted, and might actually get some laundry and other sundry cleaning done. Hopefully.