A Good Day

I woke up a little late for it being my day off, but relaxed all afternoon with the windows and doors open, and the wind coming through.   Around 4:45 I ran to the bank; always friendly faces there. 

I had a nice evening at Park Avenue Coffee looking at new apartment prospects and networking prospects, and had my afternoon crack (my latte).  This same latte is what's keeping me up right now at 2am writing blogs and searching Craigslist over and over.

My pal Josh invited me over tonight for some "Good primetime TV" and lasagna and chocolate gooey butter cake.  Fuck yes.

As I'm getting ready, my neighbor says he has tickets to see a Kings of Leon concert, FREE tickets, and I have no one to call and say "can you be ready in 5 minutes?"  Oh well, I only knew a few of their songs anyway.  And my neighbor and his friends were already kind of drunk before the show, so it was likely I would have felt some pressure there.  No thank you.

Josh's house was great.   Good food, (thank you Chef Amie!) good dessert, and What?  What is this?  Josh bought hot apple cider and Bacardi Rum.  I smelled it.  I won't lie.  But they were supportive when they found out the drink they offered me couldn't be drank.  I explained the situation for my two week challenge and they were down.

I came home and got back online, watched Rounders, and am about to go to bed.

Two things:
#1 I do feel nice right now knowing that alcohol doesn't sound good to me, literally.  The IDEA of drinking sounds good to me.  The SOCIALIZATION sounds good to me.  TASTING new things sounds good to me.  But the feelings that come along with drinking I do not miss: Bloating, Same Old Drink, Hangovers.  Seriosuly, I have been so sick of Vodka Sprite and Vodka Redbull, but I don't like anything else!  Nothing sounded good to me!  So,... that's perfect.

#2 Unfortnately, I don't feel more alert, and more willing to do things.  My friend Doug said he really feels a difference if he hasn't drank for a few days, and gets more accomplished in his day.  I still wake up at 1pm and still hate housework; albiet maybe that's just me :)  I'm waiting to feel more motivated; but I guess that's hard when you run my schedule.  My "evening/night" is everyone else's sleep time.  So when I'm most awake, everyone is like "Nah, I have to go to bed soon."  I think that's the reason I ever do feel lonely-- it's always after 11pm. 

Oh well, day 8 down.  Welcome busy weekend!  Make that scrilla!