Just like old times...
Last year, and for many years before last year... I was a social creature.
Now, I'm still social, but I'm not social the way I used to be. Which is to say that I no longer feel totally obligated to hang out with everyone all the time. I no longer live at the Foxhead or the Mill. I no longer close the bar down at 2. I no longer apologize when I don't make it to the birthday party of someone whose last name I don't know.
I blame this transition on several things:
1. I'm getting older, and constant whiskey guzzling looks bad on me.
2. I quit smoking and can't handle the barsmoke.
3. My best friends are either living with me (Chris ) or in other parts of the country (Susan, Emma), and hence there is little to leave home for.
4. I'm writing a lot.
5. Dave the dog.
6. I'm broke.
7.The Sopranos, on DVD.
But whatever the reason, I'm much happier this way, wandering around the house in sweatpants, making gingerbread, walking the dog, running up the long distance bill, waking up happy and healthy, without a pile of clothes on the floor that smells like 42 ashtrays.
And then too, my best-friend-in-town lives 2 blocks away, so I can drop in any old time for coffee. Nice.
But this weekend I went out on the town. For fun. Not blasted-head-pounding-illegal-rock-and-roll fun. But fun in bars with friends I don't always see.
Friday night, I had a visitor, a Jewish girl who recently moved to Waterloo, IA. In search of fun and semitic hijinks, she called me at Hillel, and drove down to visit. So I took her (She proved to be a delight) out on the town. We met up with some folks at the Foxhead... drank and chatted and laughed and had fun. Then we went home and pestered Chris, who called me a drunken monkey.
But in the midst of it all, Annie and Atom turned up. So then on Saturday night, I went (aftter a nice dinner with Thisbe) to the Mill, to watch Kelly (Pardekooper) play a few sets... which is something I haven't done in ages. And we had wine. And there was music and strangers. Nice.
But now, despite that I'm not hungover or anything, I feel like I had too much fun. I feel saturated with social treats. I feel like I didn't "use" my weekend to its fullest.
So today I'm revising the stupid book that will never be done, the kid's novel. And it's feeling dang good.
Now, I'm still social, but I'm not social the way I used to be. Which is to say that I no longer feel totally obligated to hang out with everyone all the time. I no longer live at the Foxhead or the Mill. I no longer close the bar down at 2. I no longer apologize when I don't make it to the birthday party of someone whose last name I don't know.
I blame this transition on several things:
1. I'm getting older, and constant whiskey guzzling looks bad on me.
2. I quit smoking and can't handle the barsmoke.
3. My best friends are either living with me (Chris ) or in other parts of the country (Susan, Emma), and hence there is little to leave home for.
4. I'm writing a lot.
5. Dave the dog.
6. I'm broke.
7.The Sopranos, on DVD.
But whatever the reason, I'm much happier this way, wandering around the house in sweatpants, making gingerbread, walking the dog, running up the long distance bill, waking up happy and healthy, without a pile of clothes on the floor that smells like 42 ashtrays.
And then too, my best-friend-in-town lives 2 blocks away, so I can drop in any old time for coffee. Nice.
But this weekend I went out on the town. For fun. Not blasted-head-pounding-illegal-rock-and-roll fun. But fun in bars with friends I don't always see.
Friday night, I had a visitor, a Jewish girl who recently moved to Waterloo, IA. In search of fun and semitic hijinks, she called me at Hillel, and drove down to visit. So I took her (She proved to be a delight) out on the town. We met up with some folks at the Foxhead... drank and chatted and laughed and had fun. Then we went home and pestered Chris, who called me a drunken monkey.
But in the midst of it all, Annie and Atom turned up. So then on Saturday night, I went (aftter a nice dinner with Thisbe) to the Mill, to watch Kelly (Pardekooper) play a few sets... which is something I haven't done in ages. And we had wine. And there was music and strangers. Nice.
But now, despite that I'm not hungover or anything, I feel like I had too much fun. I feel saturated with social treats. I feel like I didn't "use" my weekend to its fullest.
So today I'm revising the stupid book that will never be done, the kid's novel. And it's feeling dang good.
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