Friday Events
It was a long week. Mentally exhausted, or numb... not entirely certain. We made plans to be in SF to help celebrate a friend's birthday. As enthusiastic as I was, the usual city -- and specifically Castro -- haunts exhaust and irritate me. We decided to briefly escape to have dinner in North Beach -- no, not Stinking Rose this time! -- using a Groupon Y found. It was nice, but at regular price it would have been too high for the quality of food. We had a nice, quiet dinner though.
As we headed to SOMA to regroup with the revelers, at The (new) Eagle, it struck me how dead the area has become. We didn't even have to circle once to find parking on a Friday evening. And even as we left after midnight, the $10/night parking lot across the street had exactly two cars in it. I think one of them was the attendant.
Maybe I'm just getting too old for the usual rat race? I was never much inclined for it anyway. I enjoy our friends. Sometimes I wish we had other ways to visit with them.
People speak with such dread about the impacts on time and social life of a new child. I think there's a part of me that will welcome it. Twice when talking with friends I commented, "I think the anxiety of waiting is getting to be worse than just getting down to the reality."
Another thing I really noticed is that people kept commenting on how I'd lost weight. Really? I don't weigh myself. My clothes haven't been fitting any differently. Is this just something people say when they haven't seen you for a while? It happened enough that Y started obsessing and suggested I see my doctor. Why? Because weight loss is such a scary thing? I'm just busy living my life. Not that I wouldn't mind getting into a gym. Could we find something more interesting to talk about, please?
I collapsed pretty much as soon as we got home. I made an effort to catch up in local news. I woke up a few hours later with a lump of blanket on top of me. Yeah, trying to do social stuff when I'm already drained doesn't go so well for me.
On tap for this weekend is nursery prep and a show, The Ritz, a friend is performing in on Sunday afternoon (runs for a few weeks in Stockton).
I've up at 2am and again at 6. I think it's time to try for a nap again before the day really gets started... and try not to let my body clock get too far out of whack.