Week One
It’s Friday and so far I have managed to stick to my no TV during the week and only 4 hours on the weekend. I’m actually a little surprised with myself. I’ve gotten a lot done and had some fun. Although I did not finish Catch 22 so I’m going to have to renew it again. I wonder how many times they let you do that…
Last Friday, EC convinced 12 of us to drive to Douglasville to have some authentic Tacos instead of going to Taqueria del Sol as usual. While it was fun and the food was okay, I don’t think I’ll make that trek again.
Saturday I spent a lot of time working on some stuff around the house and then went to KA’s place for a birthday extravaganza. It was her birthday and we were also celebrating 5 others. We played some corn hole and badminton and I learned I am really bad at corn hole.
Sunday I actually went to my Sunday school class because one of my friends was talking. I haven’t gone in probably over a year, so I don’t really know if I can call it “my” class anymore, but whatever. Other than that and church I didn’t really do much.
Monday after work I went to the annual august party for our industry. It was at the Ainsley Golf Club and the after party was at Whiskey Bar at the W Midtown. I hadn’t been to either place and they were both a lot of fun. The Whiskey Bar has an amazing Blueberry martini. I’m glad I don’t actually pay for my drinks at these things because I’m sure they were two super expensive bluberry martinis. I didn’t get home until about 2, so I was pretty tired Tuesday, but so were the other 5 people from my office that went to the party so it was a slow day at work.
Tuesday night I had small group so I just hung out with the girls and then went to bed as soon as I got home.
Wednesday night I went through a huge plastic tub of baby/kid clothes my mom kept and that I was too lazy to go through 3 years ago. By going through, I meant that I never actually even opened it again after the I opened it initially and decided that I didn’t want to deal with it. This is one of about three tubs/boxes in my attic that I just took when we cleaned out the house and never did anything with. I’ve just moved them from place to place, so I thought I’d actually see what was in there past the top layer. I cannot believe all of the stuff my mom kept – most of it is going to goodwill or went in the trash. So that’s one thing out of my attic.
Last night, I didn’t really feel like doing anything at home, so I went with KW, LH, and SW to see Yacht Rock at 10 High. We’ve seen them before but not there – I think I’ve only ever been there for improv on Wednesdays so it was interesting seeing a show there. It was a lot of fun, but I am tired today.
When I was driving to work this morning, I was thinking how long it has been since I stayed out until 2am period, let alone twice in one week and on a Monday and Thursday to boot. That’s crazy. Sum and I used to go out on Thursdays every week when we first moved here and we would stay out until 3 or sometimes even 4 when the bars stayed open that late. I don’t know how I ever made it to work on Fridays back then because I really didn’t want to come today.
Another day, another year older
Nothing makes a party like an ice luge.
I had a great time last night! Thanks to everyone who came over. We had good food, summer brew, sweet tea vodka for the ice luge and a little bit of 90’s karoake. Using my birthday as an excuse was a great way to get people to do shots from the ice luge with me – not a single person turned me down. It was awesome!
I felt great this morning, which is unusual for me after a night of drinking. Apparently the secret is to mix vodka and beer instead of trying to keep them separate. Although about halfway through church I was ready for a nap, I managed to make it through lunch before falling asleep.
You should never roller skate with me…
Last night we went roller skating to celebrate a couple of birthdays. It has been about 9 years since the last time I went skating, but I think I did an okay job. It took a while to get the hang of it again, but I didn’t fall at all until the last time I was trying to leave the rink.
However, I think I am unwittingly a bad luck charm. I have been roller skating exactly 2 times since elementary/middle school skating parties. Both times, someone with me has broken a bone. When I was 18, we went skating and a girl broke her ankle. Last night one of the guys broke his wrist. While I wasn’t anywhere near them when they fell, I kind of feel responsible. For the safety of my friends, maybe I shouldn’t go skating anymore.
