Long weekend. Let's see. The combobulated version.
Friday, lessons and BBQ, which meant beers and food. Saturday, Earthquakes game (another win, baby!!) which meant beer and food. More beer than food. By a lot. Sunday BBQ, mini-pseudo-whathaveyou gig, lessons, then out with a kick ass old friend from college. Who, I might add, is only here till tomorrow, damnit. Not enough time, girl, not enough time. But that meant more beer. And food. Then Monday, gig and lessons.
Anywah Now I sit here, listening to Medeski Martin and Wood, just chillin' after dinner. I'm having one of those strong cravings to go out for a drive, over the hill to Santa Cruz. To meander aimlessly through the night mountains, getting lost in places that really shouldn't even have roads, ending up somewhere on Hwy 1 north of Davenport, only to walk out and listen to nature in the dark. But I haven't been home for an evening since um what, last Tuesday?
I think I just need to get out more. Doesn't matter what, doesn't matter where, doesn't matter with whom. It's not like I've become a shut-in or anything, I just like being out and about. I HATE sitting around not doing anything and being bored. And after this incredible weekend, sitting here bored is murder. I think I just need to have people around. I'm sort of addicted to accompanymanship. Is that a word? Eff it. Actually, I would be a loose combination of accompanymanship and solitudity. Or something.
Meh I'll just tough it through and not do anything for once. It'll be nice? Um, no. It will be excruciatingly boring. Mind numbingly boring. I will literally sit here writing this for some undetermined amount of time, then I'll go watch TV. Or I'll eat again.
Fuck this, I need to get out.
I am officially addicted to people and being out and busy.
And that's fine with me.
Friday, lessons and BBQ, which meant beers and food. Saturday, Earthquakes game (another win, baby!!) which meant beer and food. More beer than food. By a lot. Sunday BBQ, mini-pseudo-whathaveyou gig, lessons, then out with a kick ass old friend from college. Who, I might add, is only here till tomorrow, damnit. Not enough time, girl, not enough time. But that meant more beer. And food. Then Monday, gig and lessons.
Anywah Now I sit here, listening to Medeski Martin and Wood, just chillin' after dinner. I'm having one of those strong cravings to go out for a drive, over the hill to Santa Cruz. To meander aimlessly through the night mountains, getting lost in places that really shouldn't even have roads, ending up somewhere on Hwy 1 north of Davenport, only to walk out and listen to nature in the dark. But I haven't been home for an evening since um what, last Tuesday?
I think I just need to get out more. Doesn't matter what, doesn't matter where, doesn't matter with whom. It's not like I've become a shut-in or anything, I just like being out and about. I HATE sitting around not doing anything and being bored. And after this incredible weekend, sitting here bored is murder. I think I just need to have people around. I'm sort of addicted to accompanymanship. Is that a word? Eff it. Actually, I would be a loose combination of accompanymanship and solitudity. Or something.
Meh I'll just tough it through and not do anything for once. It'll be nice? Um, no. It will be excruciatingly boring. Mind numbingly boring. I will literally sit here writing this for some undetermined amount of time, then I'll go watch TV. Or I'll eat again.
Fuck this, I need to get out.
I am officially addicted to people and being out and busy.
And that's fine with me.
Thank you doll!