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You know it's not going to be a good week when you wake up Monday morning feeling dizzy and light-headed.
Well, I'm hoping that's not true, because I woke up this Monday morning feeling dizzy and light-headed.
The weekend was... uneventful? Yet eventful at the same time.
Friday
About a month ago, a friend of mine invited me to his frat's anniversary formal. They refer to it as a formal, but the invite calls it the "rose ball". (I suppose that's the same as a formal.) The formal was on Friday. Last weekend, Smita and I went shopping for the affair. Well, I ended up not getting a formal dress. I got a pair of black dressy capri pants, a red with black glitter top and knee-high black high heeled boots. Originally, I had planned on taking a half day to get ready... get my hair/nails done and whatnot. But considering I didn't get that fancy of a dress, and I didn't feel like spending money to get my hair done, I decided to leave at 3PM. I ended up not leaving work until 4:45PM.
I go home, jump in the shower, get ready, curl up my hair, and put on some make up. I'm feeling pretty good... a bit gussied up, but not overly so. The event was taking place at a banquet hall about 1 mile from my house. The majority of the attendees were taking a rented school bus from the frat house to the location, but I didn't feel like driving into the city, just to come w/in one mile of my house. So, I just drove there.
I get to the place to see that the guys were in suits/blazers. And the girls looked like they were going to the prom. I was the only one w/ closed-toed shoes. And not in a skirt.
Oh, well.
The place was nice. Actually, I was impressed with it. Didn't expect to see such a place in Port Richmond. The drinks were fairly watered down. Well... iced down. (I think I had approx 10-12 alcohol containing drinks, but I was still completely sober at the end of the night.) The food was good. I wasn't feeling the music much. It was alright, I guess. Overall, it was a so-so to fair event. I think if I knew a few more people, and I if I didn't feel so out-of-place to start with, I probably would have had more fun. I was home by 11:45PM. (My brother's friend dropped my brother off at the place, and my brother drove me home.)
Saturday
I spent the whole day at home. I dozed on the couch, watched TV, did laundry, and did a little bit of cooking. I also started going back through my LJ and tagging all past entries. That was definitely interesting. I can't believe some of the things I wrote. And how often I used to write. I think there's a period of a year that I wrote almost every day. Some days, I wrote more than twice a day. And my writing amazes me. I can't believe what a good writer I was. Or how political I was. Or silly. I remember writing them. But it's surreal going back and reading old entries and realizing I wrote that stuff. What's happened to me? I'm so uninspired these days.
I also can't believe I've had this journal for over three years. While it doesn't seem that long, it still feels like I've had this forever.
Anyways, I have two years of posts to still tag. Maybe I'll keep working on that today.
Sunday
Did the usual Sunday Church-stint. It's getting pretty tiresome. I'm thinking of talking to the other musicians and see if we can work a different schedule out. Perhaps I'll do all the Masses every other Sunday. That way, I'll have every other weekend off. My brother said we could probably still do one Mass on our 'off weekend', but I don't even want that committment of having to be at my parish on the off week. The whole point of this setup is that I don't have to be back home for Sunday. I can't make a weekend trip anywhere w/out having to be back home on Sunday. It sucks. What kind of weekend trip is that? I can never utilize the three-day weekend for a trip. It's bad enough that most of major holidays (Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, New Years) are also spent at Church. I've been doing multiple Masses a weekend for about a decade now. And man, am I tired of it. Actually... more than a decade now. I know some weekends, I've attended close to 10 Masses. Yeah, it's a good source of income, but this is just nuts.
Anyway... back to this Sunday. Between the morning and afternoon sessions, my Dad wanted to drive to Horsham to pick up a 70-gal fish tank that he bought off craiglist (or something). Knowing that my Mom likes long car rides, he suggested she comes along. She, in turn, 'suggested' (it was more like demanded) that everyone goes. And so, my whole family went for a car ride to Horsham. (It's about a one hour drive from my house.) It didn't matter to her that I had things planned for that time slot. I ended up sitting in the back row, dozing, getting bumped around, being the unofficial navigator and freezing my toes off. (The heat didn't get that far back into the car, I guess.) I have GoogleMaps on my phone, which comes in really handy when I get lost... something I do fairly often with all the driving I do for work. This puts me in the position of unofficial navigator on family trips. Unofficial, because my Mom's always the official navigator. :-P
Yeah... that irritated me.
In the evening, my brother and I went out w/ Carinda (my gal-pal from my latter EE days) in honor of her birthday. We went to dinner at Banana Leaf (my favorite Malaysian restaurant). Note to self: don't get the seafood with crispy noodles again. Don't get me wrong - It's a good dish. I just know they make better, more flavorful dishes there. It was kinda bland for my palate. Their roti canai and chicken satay still kicks ass.
After dinner, we saw Tyler Perry's Daddy's Little Girls. It's a good movie. I'll do another post on my 'review'.
And that was my weekend.
Well, I'm hoping that's not true, because I woke up this Monday morning feeling dizzy and light-headed.
The weekend was... uneventful? Yet eventful at the same time.
Friday
About a month ago, a friend of mine invited me to his frat's anniversary formal. They refer to it as a formal, but the invite calls it the "rose ball". (I suppose that's the same as a formal.) The formal was on Friday. Last weekend, Smita and I went shopping for the affair. Well, I ended up not getting a formal dress. I got a pair of black dressy capri pants, a red with black glitter top and knee-high black high heeled boots. Originally, I had planned on taking a half day to get ready... get my hair/nails done and whatnot. But considering I didn't get that fancy of a dress, and I didn't feel like spending money to get my hair done, I decided to leave at 3PM. I ended up not leaving work until 4:45PM.
I go home, jump in the shower, get ready, curl up my hair, and put on some make up. I'm feeling pretty good... a bit gussied up, but not overly so. The event was taking place at a banquet hall about 1 mile from my house. The majority of the attendees were taking a rented school bus from the frat house to the location, but I didn't feel like driving into the city, just to come w/in one mile of my house. So, I just drove there.
I get to the place to see that the guys were in suits/blazers. And the girls looked like they were going to the prom. I was the only one w/ closed-toed shoes. And not in a skirt.
Oh, well.
The place was nice. Actually, I was impressed with it. Didn't expect to see such a place in Port Richmond. The drinks were fairly watered down. Well... iced down. (I think I had approx 10-12 alcohol containing drinks, but I was still completely sober at the end of the night.) The food was good. I wasn't feeling the music much. It was alright, I guess. Overall, it was a so-so to fair event. I think if I knew a few more people, and I if I didn't feel so out-of-place to start with, I probably would have had more fun. I was home by 11:45PM. (My brother's friend dropped my brother off at the place, and my brother drove me home.)
Saturday
I spent the whole day at home. I dozed on the couch, watched TV, did laundry, and did a little bit of cooking. I also started going back through my LJ and tagging all past entries. That was definitely interesting. I can't believe some of the things I wrote. And how often I used to write. I think there's a period of a year that I wrote almost every day. Some days, I wrote more than twice a day. And my writing amazes me. I can't believe what a good writer I was. Or how political I was. Or silly. I remember writing them. But it's surreal going back and reading old entries and realizing I wrote that stuff. What's happened to me? I'm so uninspired these days.
I also can't believe I've had this journal for over three years. While it doesn't seem that long, it still feels like I've had this forever.
Anyways, I have two years of posts to still tag. Maybe I'll keep working on that today.
Sunday
Did the usual Sunday Church-stint. It's getting pretty tiresome. I'm thinking of talking to the other musicians and see if we can work a different schedule out. Perhaps I'll do all the Masses every other Sunday. That way, I'll have every other weekend off. My brother said we could probably still do one Mass on our 'off weekend', but I don't even want that committment of having to be at my parish on the off week. The whole point of this setup is that I don't have to be back home for Sunday. I can't make a weekend trip anywhere w/out having to be back home on Sunday. It sucks. What kind of weekend trip is that? I can never utilize the three-day weekend for a trip. It's bad enough that most of major holidays (Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, New Years) are also spent at Church. I've been doing multiple Masses a weekend for about a decade now. And man, am I tired of it. Actually... more than a decade now. I know some weekends, I've attended close to 10 Masses. Yeah, it's a good source of income, but this is just nuts.
Anyway... back to this Sunday. Between the morning and afternoon sessions, my Dad wanted to drive to Horsham to pick up a 70-gal fish tank that he bought off craiglist (or something). Knowing that my Mom likes long car rides, he suggested she comes along. She, in turn, 'suggested' (it was more like demanded) that everyone goes. And so, my whole family went for a car ride to Horsham. (It's about a one hour drive from my house.) It didn't matter to her that I had things planned for that time slot. I ended up sitting in the back row, dozing, getting bumped around, being the unofficial navigator and freezing my toes off. (The heat didn't get that far back into the car, I guess.) I have GoogleMaps on my phone, which comes in really handy when I get lost... something I do fairly often with all the driving I do for work. This puts me in the position of unofficial navigator on family trips. Unofficial, because my Mom's always the official navigator. :-P
Yeah... that irritated me.
In the evening, my brother and I went out w/ Carinda (my gal-pal from my latter EE days) in honor of her birthday. We went to dinner at Banana Leaf (my favorite Malaysian restaurant). Note to self: don't get the seafood with crispy noodles again. Don't get me wrong - It's a good dish. I just know they make better, more flavorful dishes there. It was kinda bland for my palate. Their roti canai and chicken satay still kicks ass.
After dinner, we saw Tyler Perry's Daddy's Little Girls. It's a good movie. I'll do another post on my 'review'.
And that was my weekend.