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jaeclecticThis week has been replete with social events (accompanied by a truly silly amount of alcohol consumption):
- nicekitty show on Wednesday, extreme fun as previously noted, despite the inherent challenge of going out on a school night
- winter party at East Lake Lofts on Thursday, more fun than expected, therefore stayed longer & ate more & drank far more wine than the "go for an hour, say hi, have a snack" that I'd planned
- work party last night, not really any more fun than expected, just OK -- mostly too noisy to talk to anyone, and I was not inspired to join in the limited and couple-centric dancing -- but the food was really good and it was an open bar and what the heck? and I was having one of those evenings where I just didn't feel the booze much, or maybe the drinks were weak, but anyway I got through 4 G&T's plus a kamikaze shot (in the souvenir schwag shot glass, had to be done) in something like 2 hours, but was still able to walk & talk & even give error-free directions out of downtown SF to the kindly coworker who gave me a ride home at 10PM. This seems utterly unreasonable but there it is.
So now it's the weekend. As of yesterday at noon, I had no fixed plans for the weekend other than life maintenance chores. But 24 hours later I suddenly have dinner plans with Jen & Fredrik for tonight, and a late afternoon jazz club thing with K&K for tomorrow. No rest for the wicked, indeed.
p.s. Despite the previous two nights of mild sleep deprivation and the cumulative marginal alcohol poisoning and the fact that I did actually stay up past midnight, I couldn't sleep past 8:30 this AM, where is the justice?
p.p.s. In some other post, I will whine about work. It's not really pushed very far back in my brain, but I don't want to bring it into focus right now.
- nicekitty show on Wednesday, extreme fun as previously noted, despite the inherent challenge of going out on a school night
- winter party at East Lake Lofts on Thursday, more fun than expected, therefore stayed longer & ate more & drank far more wine than the "go for an hour, say hi, have a snack" that I'd planned
- work party last night, not really any more fun than expected, just OK -- mostly too noisy to talk to anyone, and I was not inspired to join in the limited and couple-centric dancing -- but the food was really good and it was an open bar and what the heck? and I was having one of those evenings where I just didn't feel the booze much, or maybe the drinks were weak, but anyway I got through 4 G&T's plus a kamikaze shot (in the souvenir schwag shot glass, had to be done) in something like 2 hours, but was still able to walk & talk & even give error-free directions out of downtown SF to the kindly coworker who gave me a ride home at 10PM. This seems utterly unreasonable but there it is.
So now it's the weekend. As of yesterday at noon, I had no fixed plans for the weekend other than life maintenance chores. But 24 hours later I suddenly have dinner plans with Jen & Fredrik for tonight, and a late afternoon jazz club thing with K&K for tomorrow. No rest for the wicked, indeed.
p.s. Despite the previous two nights of mild sleep deprivation and the cumulative marginal alcohol poisoning and the fact that I did actually stay up past midnight, I couldn't sleep past 8:30 this AM, where is the justice?
p.p.s. In some other post, I will whine about work. It's not really pushed very far back in my brain, but I don't want to bring it into focus right now.