The Novelty Of It All

Did you miss me?

Did you even notice I was gone?

Another week has passed, so I might as well catch you up. Monday, which has fast become our regular bar event, turned out quite well. On top of our now typical list of suspects we had a few extras. In total it was the hubby and I, Ketchup, Tall (shocker there), Hairy, two servers from the hubby's work, two ex servers from the hubby's work, one of their boyfriend's, a cook from the hubby's work and a "you wouldn't believe it, blast from the past," Curly (from the post "High School Flashbacks.")

It was so bizarre seeing Curly again. We had mentioned to him about our bar night over the oh so enjoyable outlet of XBox Live, and he ended up knocking on our door just a little bit later. Funny enough, Moe and his wife might have come too if he hadn't had to work the next day. Curly is still the round, pear shaped boy I knew, except I think he added a few inches to his height and a few whiskers to his face. He's more outgoing then I remember, but I guess in a way we all are. We chatted about our old high school cohorts in between shots of pool and reminisced about the teachers that were worth it. We played the catch up game, comparing tattoos and cars, experiences, etc.

I think we all had fun, everyone getting along with everyone else just fine, despite the few first meetings and a virtual work reunion taking place. I'm pretty sure that almost everyone is going to try and make it next week too. Here's to new traditions.

As for everything else going on in life, there isn't much to say. Besides our Monday's, socially things have been slow and again I find myself lonely. Our little punk rocker friend has visited a couple times this week, which is awesome, I'm not complaining, but no one else has bothered. What doesn't help is the hubby's screwed up schedule. Instead of the normal swing shift, they keep throwing day shifts at him that sadly require getting up before the sun has yet to burn off the darkness completely. (They switch him to day shift and then have to go about covering his swing shift, am I the only one that doesn't make sense to?)

I just finished the book "Kitchen Confidential" by Anthony Bourdain. It's a great book and if you have ever seen one of his shows, you can so hear is voice when you are reading it. His writing style is refreshingly wry and sarcastic, something I can feel akin to. I plan on getting some of his other books now. Raking in the proceeds, huh Tony?

I've been drinking a lot lately, and really, too many cigarettes as well. Not sure why. I always feel like I'm waiting. For what, I'm not sure most of the time either. I'm waiting to move. I'm waiting for money. I'm waiting for motherhood. I'm waiting for our friends. I'm waiting for tomorrow. I'm waiting for something to change.

Whatever though, right?

Tomorrow always comes and yesterday doesn't matter as much as today. It's a semi entertaining and rather draining cycle if you ask me. Too bad it isn't going anywhere though. Am I bitter? Nah.

Okay, there. I posted.