Weekend at random...

What's going on up in heya? It's 3AM and I'm restless, and lonely. And according to my calendar, it's now Mon morning and nothing cool's happening. So I'm reflecting on my weekend...

Bass overload!! Totally impressed by the Bassnectar/Z-Trip show and its fun-to-watch crowd. Z-Trip was kinda ADD, making surprising switchups, sometimes after only a few seconds. Bassnectar makes interesting song choices too, playing Tool's Sober, Loveshack by B52s, and mashing up Blur's WhooHoo with Don't Call Me Baby. Goth boots rocked but dancing in them 5 hours reminded me yet again why I always wear sneakers.

Saturday I ran into a coworker and we had sage fried chicken benedict at Tractor Room that weighed like 3 pounds. We tried pomegranate and tangerine mimosas, though it was hard to choose among lavender lemon, elderberry, and St. Germaine. Later I had a crazy yummy 2nd breakfast of the day, at Brians'. Since I'd been drinking I got eggs and cheese of course, and tried the chicken and waffles, mmm...

After sleeping maybe 2 hours, I got ready for the Chargers game as usual but couldn't make myself go, also as usual. I missed the last two.

But I was fantastically high on oxytocin hormones, so I brewed a big cup of french vanilla coffee and set out, 40 mins late. First I forgot my glasses. Then I came back for my badge. Then I dropped my coffee and it soaked my porch and doormat and spilled off the balcony all over my neighbor's door and plants. Haha. 50 mins late. Bam.

At the game I gave a million hugs to everyone I hadn't seen since last season, and made good money(!). Hit the wall around 2pm. And when all I wanted to do was go home, the trolley lines were massive and it took an hour to get home. Me=miserable.

But hey, I'm the ultimate sensation seeker. I want to feel. It's why I live my life like I do, and that's ok. People who don't get me don't stick around, and that's ok too.

It confuses and frustrates me when people say I'm going to "settle down" one day. Doesn't living on my own, working, paying off cars, opening retirement accts, and volunteering mean I'm fairly stable? Simply having an active social and travel schedule shouldn't relegate me to the status of eternal partier. And if settling down means marriage and kids, then no, I probably won't. I'm going to be the 65-year-old (who looks 40) heading up the party cruise, hopefully with likeminded companions.

Do you think Chris Brown could whip Lindsay Lohan into shape? Because the internet told me *against my will* that they've been flirting with each other. As supposedly reformed criminals known to lash out at their loved ones, that match might actually work. :o