Well I am. So I will write.
This week has been busy. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I am a busy bee, with people to see and things to do.
Ok, well, more just sitting around with Sarin, hanging out.
First, let me properly introduce you all to Sarin. She is, like so many of my favorite people, from Edmonton. And to best sum it up, she is my bizarro. We share many of the same thoughts and interests and well, kinda everything. She has her own versions of Smelly, Priscilla and confusing boys, that she makes my life feel less alone.
Anyways, my social weekend consisted of two houseparties and one amazing concert.
Friday night, Sarin and I went to a houseparty I was invited to by a friend, with the promise of boys.
And boys there were. Ladies, if you have been wondering (like I have been) where all the single straight men are, well, there was a house in Kits the all apparently lived.
The boy-to-girl ratio was ridiculous, but alas, none of them struck my fancy - well, to be fair, between the dancing to Jizz in My Pants to building a torch, they didn't have time to do much else. After watching one stand on a car, with no shirt and said torch in the middle of the street, we were confident the police would be arriving and darted out of there.
We grabbed some latenight (gasp) healthy eats at The Naam and headed home.
Saturday I met a friend for lunch at a Mexican joint by my place, hit the beach with another friend and then headed to the show with Ash and Sarin.
Phew, I'm tired just thinking about it.
After the show, Sarin and I went to another houseparty. I stayed for a little while, but then headed home.
The lesson from this weekend is that I am not a houseparty person. I have to be incredibly drunk to find any sort of pleasure from random, non-coherent interactions with strangers. I don't know how people find this enjoyable.
Most people are stupid. Most drunk people are intolerable. So why, as a semi-sober person, do I want to interact with them en masse?
Sorry, that went a little ranty. My apologies.
Sidenote - the real issue with sleep problems is that I am now ready for a nap, but instead, I have to jump in the shower and head to work, where I am expected to be bright, and creative and presentable.
This is going to be a really long day.