the days are just packed
It has been a long, difficult week at work. So at about 7:30 PM on Friday, when I had finally finished with what I needed to do, I wanted to find something to do to relax. What would I end up doing?
...Well, normally the answer for me isn't "go to a party". It's usually something more like "play video games" or "put on some music" or "waste time on the internets". Yeah, I'm friggin' boring. But at about ten PM I worked up my limited willpower and said, okay, self. Get the hell out of your chair, and go to 5E for the party.
Long story short, I did have a good time. Booze + dancing (with and without random cute girl) + meeting up completely unexpectedly with old friends (hi, reinerwarter!) + lots of people I know = a good time until really really late in the morning. Late for someone in the working world, at least. And, as somewhat of a bonus, just from the party, the mystery hunt team I've been trying to organize more than doubled in size. Maybe they were all just too drunk to say no.
So then today I woke up several times between the hours of noon and 3:30 pm, each time saying "yes I am fully awake" and then falling asleep again and having another dream. I finally stayed awake the last time because I dreamt that I was being tortured; I woke up with a stabbing pain in my left forearm courtesy of whoever the fuck was doing it to me. But I guess, since it went away quickly enough, that it was psychosomatic.
At 8 today there was a singles mixer that I had been invited to by gnibbles. I had resisted for a few weeks because I don't really deal too well in crowded social situations where I know virtually no one, but finally relented because I figured that even wallflowering and general social anxiety would be more exciting than sitting on the edge of my futon min-maxing Guitar Hero.
It was... well, it was a crowded social situation where I knew virtually no one. My predictions were right on target.
Tomorrow will probably be the slow day. I need to do laundry, at the very least. And I think I'm going to try and play some guitar. Woo.
Monday is the TripAdvisor holiday party. This year it'll be at the Hard Rock Cafe in Boston, and that should be pretty good fun. I don't know a lot of the people, and none of them particularly well, but it'll probably still be easier to talk to them thanks to that sliver of shared context (an icebreaker) that results from working for the same company.
After all this is done, only a couple more weeks to go before the new year. I'm not sure what I'm doing for the Christmas holidays, yet, but I suspect I should figure that out in a hurry. I think I'm leaning towards spending part of the Christmas holiday in NYC, and then heading back to Boston before the new year, since I don't have enough vacation days to burn by spending an entire week off, and I definitely don't want to deal with transit back to Boston on Jan 2. Maybe this time I'll even take the Amtrak or a plane or something, instead of the Chinatown bus. Sometimes cheapness does have to go out the window.
...Well, normally the answer for me isn't "go to a party". It's usually something more like "play video games" or "put on some music" or "waste time on the internets". Yeah, I'm friggin' boring. But at about ten PM I worked up my limited willpower and said, okay, self. Get the hell out of your chair, and go to 5E for the party.
Long story short, I did have a good time. Booze + dancing (with and without random cute girl) + meeting up completely unexpectedly with old friends (hi, reinerwarter!) + lots of people I know = a good time until really really late in the morning. Late for someone in the working world, at least. And, as somewhat of a bonus, just from the party, the mystery hunt team I've been trying to organize more than doubled in size. Maybe they were all just too drunk to say no.
So then today I woke up several times between the hours of noon and 3:30 pm, each time saying "yes I am fully awake" and then falling asleep again and having another dream. I finally stayed awake the last time because I dreamt that I was being tortured; I woke up with a stabbing pain in my left forearm courtesy of whoever the fuck was doing it to me. But I guess, since it went away quickly enough, that it was psychosomatic.
At 8 today there was a singles mixer that I had been invited to by gnibbles. I had resisted for a few weeks because I don't really deal too well in crowded social situations where I know virtually no one, but finally relented because I figured that even wallflowering and general social anxiety would be more exciting than sitting on the edge of my futon min-maxing Guitar Hero.
It was... well, it was a crowded social situation where I knew virtually no one. My predictions were right on target.
Tomorrow will probably be the slow day. I need to do laundry, at the very least. And I think I'm going to try and play some guitar. Woo.
Monday is the TripAdvisor holiday party. This year it'll be at the Hard Rock Cafe in Boston, and that should be pretty good fun. I don't know a lot of the people, and none of them particularly well, but it'll probably still be easier to talk to them thanks to that sliver of shared context (an icebreaker) that results from working for the same company.
After all this is done, only a couple more weeks to go before the new year. I'm not sure what I'm doing for the Christmas holidays, yet, but I suspect I should figure that out in a hurry. I think I'm leaning towards spending part of the Christmas holiday in NYC, and then heading back to Boston before the new year, since I don't have enough vacation days to burn by spending an entire week off, and I definitely don't want to deal with transit back to Boston on Jan 2. Maybe this time I'll even take the Amtrak or a plane or something, instead of the Chinatown bus. Sometimes cheapness does have to go out the window.