I haven't become a complete hermit. I go to work, the gym, Tar-je (Target), game night with the gang and the other night, drinks with friends. When you're bummed about life, it can be a chore to even get out of bed but I'm one of those people that has to do something EVERY DAY or the entire day was a waste of my life. However, I have a loose definition of what "something" entails. Example: Friday all I did was go to work, have a three hour text conversation with my sister and my buddy, drink an entire bottle of wine and watch the Giants game with roomie Tom. That's it! I didn't cure herpes or balance my checkbook or even catch the rogue mouse in our apartment.
I will get you…you little bastard!
Still, if I look further I actually did the following: made money to provide for my well-being; planned a future project with my sister as we discussed psychological reasons why some people should not get married; connected with my buddies regarding a upcoming and much looked-forward to trip to see them; bonded with my roommate and friend who I don't see as often as I like and partook in enjoying a bottle of my favorite wine in a safe environment. Not so minuscule now huh? Damn perception! I took this realization to my Saturday which involved more wine drinking, more baseball watching and spending time with people I enjoy seeing. Did I have a bunch of stuff I could have done at home? Of course…especially catching that damn mouse….but it's become more important to me to develop experiences than to finish watching every episode of Top Gear (U.K. of course - there is not another one!) and scrub our fake hardwood floors.
Quite possibly one of the funniest shows ever…and I don't give a crap about cars!
I met up with my friend Colby for pizza dinner and drinks in my old neighborhood (I miss the Inner Sunset so damn much) and headed to one of my favorite bars to watch the Sharks-Kings playoff game (that's hockey for anyone who gives a shit). Unfortunately, when we arrived it was full of tool-bags there to watch some UFC fight. We lasted one drink before it was obvious we needed to hit the road. Luckily, Colby asked what Tom was up to and I knew Tom was at a bar that was doing a bingo night. That sounded fun…right? The answer is hell yeah that's right! The Riptide is around the corner from my apartment (you know, in case anyone wants to stalk me or anything) and is the go-to place when Tom's friends are in town which they so happened to be. Colby and I wandered in around the end of the bingo game and everyone was already pretty drunk. I had to help Tom with the numbers he missed because he was too busy spontaneously dancing (it's just something he does…he's single ladies!) and trying to figure out how to get a drink at this very distracted dive bar. Every single person in there was playing bingo - even the bartenders! I remember looking at Colby at some point and asking why the hell we didn't just come here? I had more fun in 15 minutes at the end of a bingo game than 35 minutes at one of my supposed favorite bars. We spent most of the rest of the evening together before sending the beyond drunk gang to their show at Ruby Skye (boo!!!).
Still, I wore my leather jacket and didn't look like the pasty zombie that has become the norm. Hell, I even got a little sunburn on my nose! I was out and about for the majority of an entire day that didn't involve sweating my ass off in a gym or sitting in cubicle cleaning other others mistakes. That is a win baby! Now I just have to snag one of my Mom's bingo daubers for the game in two weeks…..
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