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The holidays are coming up. Part of me wishes I weren't going home. I really like hanging out with my family, but I've been back a LOT this year. It's exhausting - always seems like a lot of time, money, and effort goes into this. And I like coming home, but I don't think any of them realize that sometimes I just want to stay home by myself. I don't get a lot of free weekends, so I try to make the most of them. I keep fantasizing about spending a long holiday at home, with nothing to do but go thrift store shopping and seeing a lot of movies in the theater.
I can't tell if I'm slipping into another low spot or not. I don't think so - I think I've just been so worn out having gone from no rehearsals to a boatload of lifting. I love it, but every once in a while, all I can think is "I am getting too old for this" - but then, I take a nap and everything is better. I can't help thinking that that just proves my point....
I'm having a small cocktail party at my apartment for my department. The big holiday party is this coming Friday, and I decided to have it that night. I think about 15 people are coming over. It should be a lot of fun because I actually like most of the people in my department. Of the two people I don't much care for, one is gone and the other doesn't do anything social ever. Thank goodness. So of course, I have to get my house in order here.
My friend Pamela from my old job was in town. She's one of the few people I can stand from that place and she's fabulous. We went to see Billy Elliot and during one of the songs, I leaned over and said "Did he just say summer's eve?" I thought we were going to get thrown out for laughing. A few days later, she came up to Andersonville for Martini Wednesday, where an odd thing happened. Jonathan got totally wasted and kept trying to get me to tell him who I thought was cute in the bar. I was just looking for funsies. Anyway, he said something about bringing them all over one by one and I told him I was just looking and not in a "meeting" kind of mood and besides, none of them were going to be interested in talking to me anyway. Then he leans over the table and said "You are the cutest guy in this bar and any of them would be idiots not to talk to you." Ah, the refreshing honesty of the inebriated. It's always nice when your friends compliment you because they're not trying to get into your pants. It just kinda threw me for a loop, although it did my ego some serious good.
I gotta hurry up and get to my laundry again. Rehearsal is in less than 2 hours...
I can't decide if I'm lonely or not. Now that I've finally got Robbie out of my system, maybe I should just avoid dating for a while? Which I probably should have in the last year, anyway. But I go back and forth with not being sure if I'm lonely or if I want to date at all or if I don't want to bother. Is this what you call a holding pattern? I guess I just wait until someone comes along to tickle my fancy... who knows. That happened several weeks ago, so I feel I must respectfully ask that the next guy who DOES tickle my fancy, would you please be from the Chicagoland area and not a $300 plane ride away. Thank you.
I can't tell if I'm slipping into another low spot or not. I don't think so - I think I've just been so worn out having gone from no rehearsals to a boatload of lifting. I love it, but every once in a while, all I can think is "I am getting too old for this" - but then, I take a nap and everything is better. I can't help thinking that that just proves my point....
I'm having a small cocktail party at my apartment for my department. The big holiday party is this coming Friday, and I decided to have it that night. I think about 15 people are coming over. It should be a lot of fun because I actually like most of the people in my department. Of the two people I don't much care for, one is gone and the other doesn't do anything social ever. Thank goodness. So of course, I have to get my house in order here.
My friend Pamela from my old job was in town. She's one of the few people I can stand from that place and she's fabulous. We went to see Billy Elliot and during one of the songs, I leaned over and said "Did he just say summer's eve?" I thought we were going to get thrown out for laughing. A few days later, she came up to Andersonville for Martini Wednesday, where an odd thing happened. Jonathan got totally wasted and kept trying to get me to tell him who I thought was cute in the bar. I was just looking for funsies. Anyway, he said something about bringing them all over one by one and I told him I was just looking and not in a "meeting" kind of mood and besides, none of them were going to be interested in talking to me anyway. Then he leans over the table and said "You are the cutest guy in this bar and any of them would be idiots not to talk to you." Ah, the refreshing honesty of the inebriated. It's always nice when your friends compliment you because they're not trying to get into your pants. It just kinda threw me for a loop, although it did my ego some serious good.
I gotta hurry up and get to my laundry again. Rehearsal is in less than 2 hours...
I can't decide if I'm lonely or not. Now that I've finally got Robbie out of my system, maybe I should just avoid dating for a while? Which I probably should have in the last year, anyway. But I go back and forth with not being sure if I'm lonely or if I want to date at all or if I don't want to bother. Is this what you call a holding pattern? I guess I just wait until someone comes along to tickle my fancy... who knows. That happened several weeks ago, so I feel I must respectfully ask that the next guy who DOES tickle my fancy, would you please be from the Chicagoland area and not a $300 plane ride away. Thank you.