I'm so tired I hurt. Ali says our 'socialization muscles' are out of shape, that with time and more late night bar hoppings we'd be able to hang with the best of them. Currently, though, we are not able to hang. We both look beaten and say things that aren't what we mean and aren't even sensical. We're tripping over our own feet, staring off into space. It isn't pretty.
The weekend was fantastic. Daytime was for shopping, nighttime was for drinking and partying. I purchased nothing and drank only water, and feel better for it. The Tukong ladies joined us at the Brown Bar again and I got out on the dancefloor and didn't care that I looked the fool. I resolved to bribe
commonvee to teach me to club dance. I talked at length with Bobby about the dojang and Master and it was funny to be talking like that in such a loud club. I wonder how it happened that loud, dark, dirty, pulsing bars became the places to meet people and make new connections. It's such a different world from mine. Mine is the world that revolves around my couch and occasionally my kitchen table. It's quieter.
I'm working from home today which is lucky for everyone involved. Given the extent to which I'm using my home rig lately, I'm thinking about trying to sell my iBook on eBay and buying a new macbook. Good idea?