Tomorrow is the start of Easter weekend. I think it's time to head to Rome and see if there's any girls looking for a reason to go to Confession in the morning.
I hit one of my funks recently. The "Fuck, I hate my life, I have nothing going for me, no future, I'm lonely, probably going to die cold and alone" hardcore ones, made worse by the fact that, being stuck living on a ship, I can't even get away from all the ignorant fucks bringing me down. Can't go out and get trashed, drown my sorrows, and wake up with a massive hangover because we have a new alcohol policy in place.
Then I remembered what I used to do about - walk. Throw on some headphones and just start walking in a random direction. Last night I ended up at a vista point overlooking the ocean, far from the noise and people, but close enough to see the lights twinkling. Bottle of cheap wine in one hand, Cuban cigar in the other, I proceeded to sit and just be alone for a couple hours. Listened to the waves, the wind, the bats (apparently there's a large colony nearby) and put the Weakerthans on loop. Woke up today feeling massively improved.
Spent the day at support site and bought a bicycle. As soon as I put on some shorts and kicked off the curb I remembered why I love cycling so much - the solitude. Just me and the road. Ended up missing my train home because I was out exploring and had to take the later one. By the time I finished getting back to the pier I was practically jumping for joy at how good I felt.
I think I've found a way to keep myself happy for a long time to come.
Then I remembered what I used to do about - walk. Throw on some headphones and just start walking in a random direction. Last night I ended up at a vista point overlooking the ocean, far from the noise and people, but close enough to see the lights twinkling. Bottle of cheap wine in one hand, Cuban cigar in the other, I proceeded to sit and just be alone for a couple hours. Listened to the waves, the wind, the bats (apparently there's a large colony nearby) and put the Weakerthans on loop. Woke up today feeling massively improved.
Spent the day at support site and bought a bicycle. As soon as I put on some shorts and kicked off the curb I remembered why I love cycling so much - the solitude. Just me and the road. Ended up missing my train home because I was out exploring and had to take the later one. By the time I finished getting back to the pier I was practically jumping for joy at how good I felt.
I think I've found a way to keep myself happy for a long time to come.
I really, REALLY need to hurry up, make rank, and get my own place. Most of the time I spend in the local "Triangle of Doom" aka three bars sailors frequent is because I'm leeching wifi.
Own place = no more need to go to said bars and end up getting pulled along until 5am as some shipmates decide it's a good idea to go try and breakout one of our guys who was arrested in a bar fight.
Own place = no more need to go to said bars and end up getting pulled along until 5am as some shipmates decide it's a good idea to go try and breakout one of our guys who was arrested in a bar fight.
Another Valentine's day. Whoop. At least I'm not waiting tables this year so I can actually get away from it for a bit. Unfortunately, everyone on the ship that has someone back home is somehow compelled to explain that fact every 3-4 seconds.
I need to hurry up and learn Italian so I can get GTFO of my little American corner and out into the city before we have a little blue on blue incident.
I need to hurry up and learn Italian so I can get GTFO of my little American corner and out into the city before we have a little blue on blue incident.
New account, new year, new me. Far too much has changed for me since I last even looked at this thing. Only reason I brought it back was because someone gave me a coupon for 3 free months. We'll see how it goes and whether or not it's still a site I can give a damned about.
So I went to the SG party last night at Ruby Skye in San Francisco. Between tickets, gas, parking, and drinks, I spent about $70 (I'm not including the cost of the shirt I bought since I can use that for other events) And to top it off, I had a miserable time. I needed to keep a good buzz going just to deal with the fucking hoi-tois there.
Tonight I spent a little bit less, saw four awesome bands, and came home with two new shirts.
I really can't understand why people in my age group go to bars and clubs but tend to look down on people who go to shows instead.
I was at Ruby Skye for four hours, managed to converse with absolutely no one I didn't already know, and felt like I wasted my time. Even Taylor's photo shoots did nothing to raise my mood. Total spent on booze - $30. Total time spent dancing - 0. Fun factor - negative one.
Tonight I spent my time talking with people (much) younger than me and didn't even feel bad about using the phrase "When I was your age..." Total spent on booze - $7. Total time spent dancing - 2 1/2 hours. Fun Factor - uber, and this was going by myself.
Am I missing something about clubs and bars? Is there some magic secret to enjoying yourself at them I don't know about? Even dressed nicely not a single girl would even give me the time of day at Ruby, yet at the show tonight I got hugs, laughs, and dance partners while sweaty as hell in beat-up Chucks and shorts.
If anyone can explain to me why bars and clubs have such a draw to people my age, please do. Because as I see it, they're a waste of time and money with nothing in return.
*Sigh* guess I'll start cruising Pollstar looking for upcoming shows so I can still get out once in a while.
Tonight I spent a little bit less, saw four awesome bands, and came home with two new shirts.
I really can't understand why people in my age group go to bars and clubs but tend to look down on people who go to shows instead.
I was at Ruby Skye for four hours, managed to converse with absolutely no one I didn't already know, and felt like I wasted my time. Even Taylor's photo shoots did nothing to raise my mood. Total spent on booze - $30. Total time spent dancing - 0. Fun factor - negative one.
Tonight I spent my time talking with people (much) younger than me and didn't even feel bad about using the phrase "When I was your age..." Total spent on booze - $7. Total time spent dancing - 2 1/2 hours. Fun Factor - uber, and this was going by myself.
Am I missing something about clubs and bars? Is there some magic secret to enjoying yourself at them I don't know about? Even dressed nicely not a single girl would even give me the time of day at Ruby, yet at the show tonight I got hugs, laughs, and dance partners while sweaty as hell in beat-up Chucks and shorts.
If anyone can explain to me why bars and clubs have such a draw to people my age, please do. Because as I see it, they're a waste of time and money with nothing in return.
*Sigh* guess I'll start cruising Pollstar looking for upcoming shows so I can still get out once in a while.
Finally, after 12 total hours, $150 in various expenses (gas, feeding the help) and six trips, I have finaly managed to move myself 20 miles. In that context, I can't help but feel like I got screwed in the deal.
