Lucy I'm... Oh forget it.
Alright, my weekend totally rocked. But it also did its best to redefine the term "Whirlwind Tour".
Dan and I stayed up all night on Wednesday/Thursday catching up. I mean ALL night, seven o'clock (that's AM) finally hit and it was time for me to go to work. It was awesome. We watched Bubba Ho-tep and then broke out the guitars and rocked until the wee hours of the morning. Then everyone else went home and we spent the remaining hours plowing through MENSA puzzles, talking about game design, and the trials and tribulations of working help desk.
So, like I said, seven AM hit and I was off like a dress on prom night. I had forgotten how completely banal the world seems when you don't sleep. Everyone moves around in some frenzied state of existence, while you plod along in a silent crepuscular fog. It was both nostalgic and annoying all at once. I don't think I'll be doing it again any time soon. Sleep has become all to important to me in my non-adolescent years.
I make it home, take a shower, get my things together, and I'm off to work. While there I find a couple of killer bugs in the middle of my haze, and before I know it, it's time to catch my flight.
Off to the airport, pausing twice to have a smoke so that I stop falling asleep on the road, and I'm there. Two hours early I might add, just as they suggested so that I could make it through the horrible wait because of holiday air traffic.
That horrible, horrible, ten minute wait... Fuckers.
For the sake of time, and privacy I'll leave out the next couple of days. Just know that they were good... Real good. Damn I love you Ellen.
Monday rolled around and It was time to celebrate my birthday. We went to the Outback (one of my favorite restaurants) and in addition to my meal, I had three shots of really good Tequila. I got spiffy presents (some of which were the shots I spoke of previously), and then headed back to my place for more booze and revelry.
I flew home today, and here I sit relaying all of this to you, my dear and appreciated readership.
I have really great friends. It's too bad that they can't all be in one place. It's really difficult to find people who can love and be loved as much these people can. Those I have come back to, even after six years, are still as close as they ever were. Those that I am leaving, I'm more than certain will be much the same.
It's funny how life can bestow upon you the most amazing things, and still, somehow, find a way to make you bitch about it.
On the utterance of that philosophical quagmire, I'm out.
Until next time,
-M
Dan and I stayed up all night on Wednesday/Thursday catching up. I mean ALL night, seven o'clock (that's AM) finally hit and it was time for me to go to work. It was awesome. We watched Bubba Ho-tep and then broke out the guitars and rocked until the wee hours of the morning. Then everyone else went home and we spent the remaining hours plowing through MENSA puzzles, talking about game design, and the trials and tribulations of working help desk.
So, like I said, seven AM hit and I was off like a dress on prom night. I had forgotten how completely banal the world seems when you don't sleep. Everyone moves around in some frenzied state of existence, while you plod along in a silent crepuscular fog. It was both nostalgic and annoying all at once. I don't think I'll be doing it again any time soon. Sleep has become all to important to me in my non-adolescent years.
I make it home, take a shower, get my things together, and I'm off to work. While there I find a couple of killer bugs in the middle of my haze, and before I know it, it's time to catch my flight.
Off to the airport, pausing twice to have a smoke so that I stop falling asleep on the road, and I'm there. Two hours early I might add, just as they suggested so that I could make it through the horrible wait because of holiday air traffic.
That horrible, horrible, ten minute wait... Fuckers.
For the sake of time, and privacy I'll leave out the next couple of days. Just know that they were good... Real good. Damn I love you Ellen.
Monday rolled around and It was time to celebrate my birthday. We went to the Outback (one of my favorite restaurants) and in addition to my meal, I had three shots of really good Tequila. I got spiffy presents (some of which were the shots I spoke of previously), and then headed back to my place for more booze and revelry.
I flew home today, and here I sit relaying all of this to you, my dear and appreciated readership.
I have really great friends. It's too bad that they can't all be in one place. It's really difficult to find people who can love and be loved as much these people can. Those I have come back to, even after six years, are still as close as they ever were. Those that I am leaving, I'm more than certain will be much the same.
It's funny how life can bestow upon you the most amazing things, and still, somehow, find a way to make you bitch about it.
On the utterance of that philosophical quagmire, I'm out.
Until next time,
-M