Sorry no posting on Friday night — I passed out hardcore. I was the kind of tired where your bones burn. It’s been an exhausting week, physically and mentally. I slept for like 14 hours and did nothing productive for most of the day Saturday except for vacuum (that was exciting). Then I met up with my girlfriends Grace and Alicia for a girls night, which was super awesome except for the fact that I’m old now. Seriously after dinner we went to meet up with some of Alicia’s work friends at this bar in Ballard, and I really just get annoyed with bars now. Drunk people annoy me and drunk guys who try to touch me annoy me (and we got a lot of that tonight) and standing around with nothing to do annoys me. Oh and this one bar had this video game where you just hold an electronic gun and shoot electronic deer. And then the deer spurt blood and collapse and this message pops up congratulating you. And that really annoyed me. When did I change from being a party girl to being a crotchety old woman? I dunno, but it’s definitely happened. I guess that’s a good thing. There’s nothing sadder than the 40-year-old woman wasted at the college bar. I used to see that and be like, “Man, what if that’s me some day?” So I’m glad for this change of view, and I’m glad I no longer have interest in getting wasted with college boys. I had my party days, and I milked them for all that they were worth, and now they’re over, and I’m okay with that. But Grace and I were joking that, right now, the 21-year-old guys are SO unattractive to us, but when we’re 40 they’ll probably seem hot again. (No! Hopefully we will both be happily married with children by then!)
Luckily my girlfriends are awesome, and even though the bars sucked, the night in general was a lot of fun. We had a fabulous time talking about boys and making fun of obnoxious people. Good friends can redeem nearly any situation.
Sadly, someone seems to have snuck into my apartment while I was gone and coked up my dog, because he is running from one end of the apartment to another endlessly right now. It’s cracking me up and it’s confusing the cats. I totally have my poor dog on my work schedule — his energy peaks around midnight. Too funny.
