This weekend was a reminder that I'm not still as young as I once was. But enjoyable nevertheless!
Friday: I worked late (shocking!), and headed back to my work friend's place for pizza and some drinks before we went out dancing. It was nice to get ready for some dancing with a girl again - I feel like living alone takes away from the simple things, like asking another girl's opinion on your clothes. We dressed up, and cabbed to Tattoo Rock Parlour for some dancing. Give us about 20 minutes, and we're in the VIP section with some guys from Quebec, drinking their orange juice, and dancing on stage. It was a great night all around. Ended up staying at my coworkers place, and not getting to bed until late.
Saturday: woke up around noon, and cleaned up before heading home to… just… lounge. All day long. My friend was texting me, and finally called to confirm plans at about 11:00pm. At which point I had to get out of bed. 15 minutes, bed to door. Ended up at the same bar, and danced the night away. I love being able to go out with friends (both male and female) with no pretense, no expectations, and just dance. And my guy friends? They're the ones who say, ""Hey. Listen. Mike. Michael. Tonight, dude, I gotta dance. What? Chicks? No, no, fuck chicks dude. I wanna dance! I just wanna express myself throught the art of dance, Mike. I don't wanna see a chick."
Dane Cook loves me.
Ended up staying at my friend's house that night, and watching jimi hendrix videos until way too late.
Sunday: woke up to a phone call from my friend's brother - and then headed for greasy brunch. Once I got home, I spent the day cleaning, watching chuck and gossip girl (yup. I went there), and cooking. And went to bed early - I'm pretty sure I didn't change out of sweat pants all day.
maybe my taxes would be done if i hadn't been such a waste of space all weekend.
Friday: I worked late (shocking!), and headed back to my work friend's place for pizza and some drinks before we went out dancing. It was nice to get ready for some dancing with a girl again - I feel like living alone takes away from the simple things, like asking another girl's opinion on your clothes. We dressed up, and cabbed to Tattoo Rock Parlour for some dancing. Give us about 20 minutes, and we're in the VIP section with some guys from Quebec, drinking their orange juice, and dancing on stage. It was a great night all around. Ended up staying at my coworkers place, and not getting to bed until late.
Saturday: woke up around noon, and cleaned up before heading home to… just… lounge. All day long. My friend was texting me, and finally called to confirm plans at about 11:00pm. At which point I had to get out of bed. 15 minutes, bed to door. Ended up at the same bar, and danced the night away. I love being able to go out with friends (both male and female) with no pretense, no expectations, and just dance. And my guy friends? They're the ones who say, ""Hey. Listen. Mike. Michael. Tonight, dude, I gotta dance. What? Chicks? No, no, fuck chicks dude. I wanna dance! I just wanna express myself throught the art of dance, Mike. I don't wanna see a chick."
Dane Cook loves me.
Ended up staying at my friend's house that night, and watching jimi hendrix videos until way too late.
Sunday: woke up to a phone call from my friend's brother - and then headed for greasy brunch. Once I got home, I spent the day cleaning, watching chuck and gossip girl (yup. I went there), and cooking. And went to bed early - I'm pretty sure I didn't change out of sweat pants all day.
maybe my taxes would be done if i hadn't been such a waste of space all weekend.