Busted Plans
It must be said, this weekend was something of a bust. I'm not sure if it's a case of having made too many plans and then in cancelling one plan, a cascade event occurs that causes all plans to be lost, but that's what happened.
My Saturday was to go a little something like this: Sleep late. Take a nice bath. Scooter adventures with Kristy. Check out a night market with Susan and Brian. Have some dinner. Drink a couple beers. Go dancing with Brad, Mariana, Kristy, Matt, Miguel, and possibly Susan and Brian.
This is what actually happened:I slept late only to wake up when Brad knocked on my door. He didn't think I was home, and normally I would have said "come in." But the night before, returning at 6 am, slightly drunk and *very* tired I'd had a problem finding my pajamas. So I gave up. Anyway, flash forward to the next morning when, while slightly groggy, someone wants to enter my room. I begin to say "Come i...uh, hold on a minute!" I still couldn't find my t-shirt so it took me a while, and when I opened the door he was gone. So after tracking him down to ask what he wanted, I figured it'd probably be best not to go back to sleep.
So I set out upon task number two: take a bath. This I did well with candles, some music, and lots of aromatherapy bubbles. My headache went away for about 15 whole minutes!
Next up: Scooter adventures. Bust number one. Kristy had done some adventuring on the way back from work and really wanted a nap. No problem, I thought. I'll just hang out for a while. She handed me the keys to the scooter and I high-tailed it over to the icafe. Sadly, I got caught up in e-mailing and lost track of time. When I got home, Kristy had called all around wondering where I was. Susan and Brian had left to go to the night market and Brad and Mariana had already eaten dinner.
Dinner: I'd figured I'd get something at the night market for dinner, but since I missed out on that, I decided to I set into a bowl of instant noodles for a quick dinner. While I was eating my ramen, Brad decided to tell me about his amazing trip to the italian restaurant! I wanted to hit him in the head with something hard, but I just looked up sweetly and asked him not to tell me about such wonderful things as wood-burning oven baked pizzas with avocado while I was trying to pretend that the little dried green bits floating in my soup were fresh vegetables.
Anyway, I wasn't too worried. After all, we still had dancing and drinks on the docet and I was excited. Then Brad mentioned that Mariana just wanted a chill evening and doesn't feel like dancing after all. This made me nervous, because Matt and Miguel had signed on specifically for dancing, but Susan and Brian would be more likely to come if dancing wasn't involved. In any case, as I was trying to eek some solid plans out of them so I could make phone calls, they disappeared into Brad's bedroom. Fine, ok, my bad. I shouldn't have believed that the lovebirds would actually make it out of the apartment that night at all. Call me a sucker, I guess. I figured I could still salvage the evening by organizing the event myself and placed the phone calls. Susan and Brian were still at the market and wouldn't be home for ages, so they were out. Matt and Miguel were nowhere to be found so I left a message. Kristy was at the icafe, so I just settled in for some reading before all the fun started!
When Kristy came back, I realized that although Matt and Miguel might still be up for coming over to at least hang out, it was pretty much just the two of us. We had a good convo, a few drinks and then I got the call. Matt and Miguel were pooped and wouldn't be coming over for any fun whatsoever. Soon afterward Kristy got an urgent phone call and locked herself in her room to discuss. So, my Saturday night had completely crumbled and I was left sitting in my room, listening to music, feeling bored out of my mind.
Oh well, they can't all be winners. Halloween weekend is coming up and I still don't have a costume!
My Saturday was to go a little something like this: Sleep late. Take a nice bath. Scooter adventures with Kristy. Check out a night market with Susan and Brian. Have some dinner. Drink a couple beers. Go dancing with Brad, Mariana, Kristy, Matt, Miguel, and possibly Susan and Brian.
This is what actually happened:I slept late only to wake up when Brad knocked on my door. He didn't think I was home, and normally I would have said "come in." But the night before, returning at 6 am, slightly drunk and *very* tired I'd had a problem finding my pajamas. So I gave up. Anyway, flash forward to the next morning when, while slightly groggy, someone wants to enter my room. I begin to say "Come i...uh, hold on a minute!" I still couldn't find my t-shirt so it took me a while, and when I opened the door he was gone. So after tracking him down to ask what he wanted, I figured it'd probably be best not to go back to sleep.
So I set out upon task number two: take a bath. This I did well with candles, some music, and lots of aromatherapy bubbles. My headache went away for about 15 whole minutes!
Next up: Scooter adventures. Bust number one. Kristy had done some adventuring on the way back from work and really wanted a nap. No problem, I thought. I'll just hang out for a while. She handed me the keys to the scooter and I high-tailed it over to the icafe. Sadly, I got caught up in e-mailing and lost track of time. When I got home, Kristy had called all around wondering where I was. Susan and Brian had left to go to the night market and Brad and Mariana had already eaten dinner.
Dinner: I'd figured I'd get something at the night market for dinner, but since I missed out on that, I decided to I set into a bowl of instant noodles for a quick dinner. While I was eating my ramen, Brad decided to tell me about his amazing trip to the italian restaurant! I wanted to hit him in the head with something hard, but I just looked up sweetly and asked him not to tell me about such wonderful things as wood-burning oven baked pizzas with avocado while I was trying to pretend that the little dried green bits floating in my soup were fresh vegetables.
Anyway, I wasn't too worried. After all, we still had dancing and drinks on the docet and I was excited. Then Brad mentioned that Mariana just wanted a chill evening and doesn't feel like dancing after all. This made me nervous, because Matt and Miguel had signed on specifically for dancing, but Susan and Brian would be more likely to come if dancing wasn't involved. In any case, as I was trying to eek some solid plans out of them so I could make phone calls, they disappeared into Brad's bedroom. Fine, ok, my bad. I shouldn't have believed that the lovebirds would actually make it out of the apartment that night at all. Call me a sucker, I guess. I figured I could still salvage the evening by organizing the event myself and placed the phone calls. Susan and Brian were still at the market and wouldn't be home for ages, so they were out. Matt and Miguel were nowhere to be found so I left a message. Kristy was at the icafe, so I just settled in for some reading before all the fun started!
When Kristy came back, I realized that although Matt and Miguel might still be up for coming over to at least hang out, it was pretty much just the two of us. We had a good convo, a few drinks and then I got the call. Matt and Miguel were pooped and wouldn't be coming over for any fun whatsoever. Soon afterward Kristy got an urgent phone call and locked herself in her room to discuss. So, my Saturday night had completely crumbled and I was left sitting in my room, listening to music, feeling bored out of my mind.
Oh well, they can't all be winners. Halloween weekend is coming up and I still don't have a costume!
posted by CJ at 2:42 AM
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