**Disclaimer: I just needed to aimlessly vent.**
September and October have got to be the craziest party months for me because of birthdays, including mine. Since September, I've felt that I've spread myself out too thin. Don't get me wrong. I've enjoyed every moment of it, but now I'm paying for it with this huge feeling of needing to be anti-social.
I should have seen it coming during Halloween weekend. I went out Friday night with my friends and didn't feel like much else for the rest of the weekend. Watching 24 and hanging out in general excited me more than getting all dolled up to go out with the girls. I can't hang anymore. I dressed up for work on Monday, only to wake up on Tuesday feeling like I had been run over by a bulldozer. I slept the whole day, battling an oncoming flu. That evening I realized Wednesday was a packed day and I couldn't afford to miss any of it so I crawled to work, overworked myself to the point that I wasn't sick anymore, continued with the same manner on Thursday and Friday, and then finally called it a week.
There couldn't have been better timing at this point. One of my best guy friends offered to make me dinner - beef sashimi with ponzu sauce and shrimp gumbo. It had Austin written all over it. Mmmm. After some sake, coffee, and a nap, we went to Santana Row to wander around. For a Friday, it was pretty dead and the crowd was really mixed, in a weird way. Old people, tourists, ghetto @ss fobs, dolled up girls waiting for shmucks to buy them drinks. Nonetheless, good conversation. Perfect "date" .
Saturday, I gave myself the goal of at least unpacking the IKEA boxes I had bought the week before so that I could put a pantry together. I almost got there. After a 3 hour nap at Mykee's and some brunch, I made it to Home Depot to pick up some random things. I got home and realized I had a ton of cleaning to do first before putting this pantry together. I even bailed on a good friend to have dinner so that I could continue on my roll. At least I meant well. I was in the right direction. I gave myself that much. The boxes still sat in the garage, however.
Later in the night, I got a pleasant surprise. A friend from the past called to see what I was up to. He was heading to the city and asked if I was up to heading out too. Sure. Why not. I knew I wasn't going to unpack the boxes. Plus, I wanted to see what he'd been up to all this time. Mmm. Giddiness. Who would have guessed this was possible still?
So today... I crawled out of my bed, nursing a yucky hangover. (Remind me to eat bigger dinners when I go out and drink.) The roomies and friends decided we all wanted dim sum so we braved the lines at Koi Palace in Daly City. Too complicated for dim sum, though it was still yummy. Food coma hit and instead of passing out, we nursed the food coma with boba at Tapioca Express. I was determined to really get the pantry put together TODAY!
As of now, I'm currently three quarters of the way done. One more tiny side shelf left to put together, including some doors. Then it's time to do overall house cleaning. The only positive thing coming out of this anti-socialness is the craving to clean and organize my house. Who knows. Maybe I'll paint next.
September and October have got to be the craziest party months for me because of birthdays, including mine. Since September, I've felt that I've spread myself out too thin. Don't get me wrong. I've enjoyed every moment of it, but now I'm paying for it with this huge feeling of needing to be anti-social.
I should have seen it coming during Halloween weekend. I went out Friday night with my friends and didn't feel like much else for the rest of the weekend. Watching 24 and hanging out in general excited me more than getting all dolled up to go out with the girls. I can't hang anymore. I dressed up for work on Monday, only to wake up on Tuesday feeling like I had been run over by a bulldozer. I slept the whole day, battling an oncoming flu. That evening I realized Wednesday was a packed day and I couldn't afford to miss any of it so I crawled to work, overworked myself to the point that I wasn't sick anymore, continued with the same manner on Thursday and Friday, and then finally called it a week.
There couldn't have been better timing at this point. One of my best guy friends offered to make me dinner - beef sashimi with ponzu sauce and shrimp gumbo. It had Austin written all over it. Mmmm. After some sake, coffee, and a nap, we went to Santana Row to wander around. For a Friday, it was pretty dead and the crowd was really mixed, in a weird way. Old people, tourists, ghetto @ss fobs, dolled up girls waiting for shmucks to buy them drinks. Nonetheless, good conversation. Perfect "date" .
Saturday, I gave myself the goal of at least unpacking the IKEA boxes I had bought the week before so that I could put a pantry together. I almost got there. After a 3 hour nap at Mykee's and some brunch, I made it to Home Depot to pick up some random things. I got home and realized I had a ton of cleaning to do first before putting this pantry together. I even bailed on a good friend to have dinner so that I could continue on my roll. At least I meant well. I was in the right direction. I gave myself that much. The boxes still sat in the garage, however.
Later in the night, I got a pleasant surprise. A friend from the past called to see what I was up to. He was heading to the city and asked if I was up to heading out too. Sure. Why not. I knew I wasn't going to unpack the boxes. Plus, I wanted to see what he'd been up to all this time. Mmm. Giddiness. Who would have guessed this was possible still?
So today... I crawled out of my bed, nursing a yucky hangover. (Remind me to eat bigger dinners when I go out and drink.) The roomies and friends decided we all wanted dim sum so we braved the lines at Koi Palace in Daly City. Too complicated for dim sum, though it was still yummy. Food coma hit and instead of passing out, we nursed the food coma with boba at Tapioca Express. I was determined to really get the pantry put together TODAY!
As of now, I'm currently three quarters of the way done. One more tiny side shelf left to put together, including some doors. Then it's time to do overall house cleaning. The only positive thing coming out of this anti-socialness is the craving to clean and organize my house. Who knows. Maybe I'll paint next.
