Strangely, this have been the first time I've felt like blogging in a month. I've been feeling less than normal. This night seemed like any other Saturday night. I went to work as usual. I started do day work, which lead to ambitious cleaning, like taking out drawers, emptying the contents, organizing and wiping. Anyone need a set of air hockey pucks???
I was awarded a Corona cowboy hat, which I wore for most of the evening at Pacific. Found my Pilsner money I stashed some two summers ago. I can't remember if I brought them home with me. I sat bored until 10 pm when someone finally came in other than T. He'd been at a wedding with his girlfriend L earlier, although he could have stayed longer if he wanted to. L was drunk and felt like going out, so she showed up at around 11 and I was able to leave to go have some fun. Only prior to what I thought was group of Spaniards, whom I found out later was an Iraqi youth group. There was some 15 of them in there. One guy wearing a Spain football jersey and some girl wearing an Edward Eclipse t-shirt. Both disgusted me, even though secretly, I wish I had an RP shirt to call my own.
I took L and my cowboy hat with me to my apartment, so I could change to go out. In ended up being an hour and a half conversation about a bunch of things, and it was nice. We bonded. It was what I needed and I felt special. I'm not sure she believes me when I say I'm over it. I am. In case you're wondering. I don't need to validate myself in order to believe it, or tell others so that they think I believe it. I don't believe, I know. We headed to Beily's after 1. Hit the dance floor, which was interesting. I don't think I have one weekend where I don't run into Concourse people. It's inevitable. I don't even have to be looking, because they run into if I don't.
I loved that L was just dancing wherever and between whomever, owning the dance floor and not even caring, nor anyone else for that matter. The things you can do when you're short. Ran into an old friend/acquaintence/co-worker, with some guy I met a long time ago, and I guy I was to high school with named SC, who has dramtically changed -not so much in looks or height- from being greasy, not showering and wearing black all the time to someone who cares about their appearance. I also ran into the CIBC guy, who I always see at the bar on the dance floor, telling me I'm trouble, even though I wasn't drunk, not was I dancing all that much, that I could even be "trouble".
In the content of something I talked about with L, I ran into said person, which was really strange. What were the chances??? Two years, one run-in a year and a half ago, but I hid, and then this, which was even weirder.
On the discussion of marriage, I think if someone says that they don't want to get married hasn't met that person they would change for and marry. I think it's a way of saying that they don't want to marry you, if they say they don't believe in marriage or whatever other reason they give you. At some point, they will change their mind once the right person comes along. I'm sticking to it, because I believe it's true more than anything.
Besides all the sweaty arms touching me which is gross and the fact that I was left to dance with some not so great guys, to the 20 year old who felt like a loser for working at McDick's, and losing their license to a DUI some 16 months prior and the guy not wearing shoes, walking around the building with L and I, it was a great night.
Goodnight and sweet dreams.
