Rundown
Nice extended weekend. I seem to be in this routine of doing very little all day, almost no interaction with anyone and then spending some quality time with some nifty people by the time night has come full bore. And that's okay, it's just hard sometimes to make my way through the day without feeling lonely. Fortunately I'm quite fine with being alone, so we're not talking any major depression or anything.
As Saturday night gave way to Sunday morning I found myself tear assing through Dallas to go hang out with Dustin. I left at 1:00 and managed to get to the bar by 1:20ish. One glass of Makers there and we left the premises around 2:15 or so, whereupon we made our way to Dustin's house. A harrowing twenty-minute adventure down the George Bush toll way involving me getting ripped off at one toll booth and then consequently running the next. So now I live with mild anxiety of a ticket. We'll see.
It was a good night, we spent some quality time bemoaning the evils of women and our relationships with them, and we drank more Makers. We watched Freeway and I enjoyed it up until the point where whiskey and fatigue made it impossible to cognitively follow the story any more. As dawn approached I can only vaguely recall sitting on the kitchen counter passionately going over the pain of broken relationship…in an English accent.
Good times.