Monday, October 01, 2007
( 9:51 PM ) teahouse
My weekend was uneventful. I spent it nursing my ailing fish back to health (still alive), cleaning my apartment and mourning the horrendous and spectacular demise of the New York Mets in their quest for baseball success.
I went to a party on Saturday night. It was hosted by friends of friends of the Fiance.
We didn't know anyone there, but we were stuck there because it was outside of NYC and I was the designated driver (yeah, I'm a sucker).
The people were obnoxious, they talked too much and drank too much, and the bar smelled of beer.
In short, I was bored. I'd never been so bored going out to drinks with people.
How bored was I?
I was so bored, I read every single framed Sports Illustrated cover on the walls. And I actually tried to decipher the signatures on the various photos of the owners with celebrities.
I was so bored, I left the bar and took a walk to a nearby McDonald's to see if anything else more exciting was going on.
I was so bored, I sat and scribbled on a napkin some potential names for my future children.
I was so bored, I went to the ladies room and then stayed in there for an extra half hour standing in front of the mirror and squeezing out blackheads.
I was so bored, I dialed my cell phone voicemail just for the hell of it and listened to my saved messages.
I was so bored, instead of ordering ice water, I ordered a cup of ice and sat there watching it melt until I had a cup of ice water.
Thankfully, by the end of the night, I was driving home a car full of passed out people, and could finally listen to the radio. I got to pick the station, too, since everyone else was unconscious.
It was a nice end to a long evening. #