The rest of the weekend

Last night the hideout turned into a 3 hour dance party after May or May Not and the Driftless Pony Club played. I didn't go there with the intentions of dancing, let alone dancing like a fool until 3 am! However, a few factors contributed to me dancing. First was vodka tonics. Second was that all my friends felt like dancing too. Third was that it's not the type of place where I'm worried I'll get groped, fondled, hit on, leered at, or anything else awful associated with dancing. It was just me and a bunch of friends having a good time. Me and Jacob praticed our thizz faces for most of the evening. I forgot all worries for those three hours, and simply enjoyed being in the moment. That is extremely rare for me. I need to remember nights like those whenever I regret moving here.

DPC and MOMN both had their A-games going last night. The place was packed, the crowd was into it, and both bands did a great job. Again, I'm continually amazed that I have so many talented friends.

I woke up extremely nauseous. I haven't felt like barfing after drinking in years, and I certainly did not have an insane amount of liquor last night. I attributed this vomity feeling to not drinking enough water when I got home and to beginning taking my fluoxetine again. Anti-depressants and alcohol aren't the best mix in some people. I'm going to have to cut back on drinking while I adjust to the medication again. Cutting back is totally fine with me, as I keep telling myself I'm going to anyway. Now I have a more tangible physical excuse, not just a reason of will.

Sunday Torri, JP, and I went to Wildfire for dinner. We had martinis, crab cakes, steak, broccoli, chocolately desserts, the works. I'm stuffed. It was good to catch up with Torri. I see her husband Miller often enough to know the basics, but to have a real discussion with Torri was great. Talking with a mother of one and another on the way makes all of my problems and annoyances so much more trivial. I felt like a selfish 25 year old 'me me me' person.

Relatedly, we briefly touched on this statistic that I read on CNN.com today, that said in 1970 the percentage of people under age 30 that have never been married was only 9 percent. In 2003 that percentage was 23. Twenty three? Out of all my friends, only two sets are married! Where all these married twenty somethings, and does the outside world think I'm wierd for not being married? I believe the urban-twenty something is vastly different than the rural or suburban twenty-something. Living in a thriving urban area means I have endless entertainment and social options, as well as having a career. So it makes sense that most of my urban-dwelling friends aren't married, unless they met their husband/wife in college. In a suburban or rural community, what else is there to do other than sit with your spouse and eat, watch tv, do whatever to kill the time? There's also the religious factor too, but I'm too tired to expand upon this further.

Tomorrow: another day, another dollar.