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weekend shit.
Jun. 9th, 2002 10:06 pmI think I'm officially old. The weekend just got to be too much for me.
After staying out late on Thursday night, Friday night was a little birthday party for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stacis and I. Small crowd, but we had fun. I drank a lot. After The Wild Goose, we went to The Riptide which is open until 4am. I didn't so much need a 4am bar. I'm too old to stay out until past 3am three nights in a row. Budgeted my cash fairly well, which is a bonus. Spent the night not quite sleeping. I kept getting bumped every time I was just falling asleep because I was snoring. I told staci and marcia that it was okay to nudge me if i was snoring and keeping them awake, i just didn't know that it would literally last all night. I also groped staci to the point that I'm surprised she didn't give me a black eye and kick me to the floor.
Saturday day was a much-too-large breakfast, followed by a little walk and a good nap. Some sleep this time, though I was apparently still going with the snoring. i watched a little Trading Spaces and a little hockey, then we went to a new bar in Chicago called Howl at the Moon. It's a dueling piano bar. The guys who play are amazing, there are six of them and they all play piano, bass, guitar, drums... They played well and I enjoyed the place in spite of my outward appearance. I was tired, and I drank just enough that I was a big cock, not enough to get drunk. I was angry at everything, especially the dry-humping going on in front of me and the large groups of women who decided it was their right to form a human wall in front of the band so that the other patrons could not see them. More on that later. Anyway, for two songs they brought up a guy called Arturo Santana who was an INCREDIBLE piano player and singer. I was somewhat surprised, but the drunken patronage of the bar was not so drunk as to not recognise how great this guy was. Standing ovation. He was amazing. I'm certain thatmr_cynical, dynosaur and I will go find him somewhere soon. Anyway, it was a good bar, and next time I go I'll hopefully be more rested and less sober. Sorry, staci, for snapping at you.
Then we went back to staci's where i conked out almost immediately. I was planning, actually, on leaving and getting a cab back to my car and going home (this is at 3:30 am), but I'm glad I didn't. When MrC and Dyno left the next morning, they were kind enough to give me a ride to my car. I've spent most of today sleeping.
I feel a lot more comfortable in neighborhood kind of bars instead of bars like Howl at the Moon. The endless parade of good-looking women in short skirts and tight pants is more than I can handle. And when they get up and dance, it's more than more than I can handle.
I'm starting to think that maybe the city isn't the best place for me. We'll have to see if that's a lasting feeling or something temporary.
Let me just say for the record that I have absolutely no control over my snoring. I need to go to the doctor and get sleep apnea tested since my ex-girlfriend says that i definately stop breathing during sleep.
After staying out late on Thursday night, Friday night was a little birthday party for
stacis and I. Small crowd, but we had fun. I drank a lot. After The Wild Goose, we went to The Riptide which is open until 4am. I didn't so much need a 4am bar. I'm too old to stay out until past 3am three nights in a row. Budgeted my cash fairly well, which is a bonus. Spent the night not quite sleeping. I kept getting bumped every time I was just falling asleep because I was snoring. I told staci and marcia that it was okay to nudge me if i was snoring and keeping them awake, i just didn't know that it would literally last all night. I also groped staci to the point that I'm surprised she didn't give me a black eye and kick me to the floor.Saturday day was a much-too-large breakfast, followed by a little walk and a good nap. Some sleep this time, though I was apparently still going with the snoring. i watched a little Trading Spaces and a little hockey, then we went to a new bar in Chicago called Howl at the Moon. It's a dueling piano bar. The guys who play are amazing, there are six of them and they all play piano, bass, guitar, drums... They played well and I enjoyed the place in spite of my outward appearance. I was tired, and I drank just enough that I was a big cock, not enough to get drunk. I was angry at everything, especially the dry-humping going on in front of me and the large groups of women who decided it was their right to form a human wall in front of the band so that the other patrons could not see them. More on that later. Anyway, for two songs they brought up a guy called Arturo Santana who was an INCREDIBLE piano player and singer. I was somewhat surprised, but the drunken patronage of the bar was not so drunk as to not recognise how great this guy was. Standing ovation. He was amazing. I'm certain that
mr_cynical, dynosaur and I will go find him somewhere soon. Anyway, it was a good bar, and next time I go I'll hopefully be more rested and less sober. Sorry, staci, for snapping at you.Then we went back to staci's where i conked out almost immediately. I was planning, actually, on leaving and getting a cab back to my car and going home (this is at 3:30 am), but I'm glad I didn't. When MrC and Dyno left the next morning, they were kind enough to give me a ride to my car. I've spent most of today sleeping.
I feel a lot more comfortable in neighborhood kind of bars instead of bars like Howl at the Moon. The endless parade of good-looking women in short skirts and tight pants is more than I can handle. And when they get up and dance, it's more than more than I can handle.
I'm starting to think that maybe the city isn't the best place for me. We'll have to see if that's a lasting feeling or something temporary.
Let me just say for the record that I have absolutely no control over my snoring. I need to go to the doctor and get sleep apnea tested since my ex-girlfriend says that i definately stop breathing during sleep.
