I’m sitting here at Mr. Tire’s waiting for them to finish with my car. I’m bored and the battery on my laptop is at 29%. I wish I could find a WiFi signal… *sigh* I’m stuck watching ESPN on mute. Did Lebron James just pass the ball to himself? That boy is good!
I should be doing homework, but my mind just isn’t there. I’m so tired. My supervisor at work just had a meeting with me the other day. She said my work performance was down. I can’t say I didn’t notice it. It really just a combination of being tired all the time and not wanting to do this job anymore. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that it isn’t what I want to do. So it’s not holding the interest the way I need it to. Unfortunately, I have to get it together, because I just don’t have it in me to turn tricks for a living.
Tracey and Amol are getting married. He proposed on St. Valentine’s day with a pretty decent ring. I’m helping to plan the wedding. It’s going to be great! They’re also buying a townhouse in Accokeek. It’s really nice. We’ll most likely end up hanging out over there a lot. They’ll get tired of us.
*eyes getting heavy*
I stayed up late last night and had Tuey do my hair. It looks cute, but it really does take about 45 minutes to get from her house to mine. The only reason it even made it on the BCM is because of this guy who happened to move into the neighborhood across the street from her.
I need this guy to get up so I can get that plug over there. Battery is at 22% now. The little caution sign is up.
YAY! He’s up! The old Asian guy is looking at me funny because of how fast I jumped up to move over to the plug. Or maybe he’s just looking at me funny just because there’s nothing else to look at in the room. Regardless, I’m plugged in and a little more awake now.
I spent the majority of this past weekend eating out. Like I do nothing else but go out to dinner. Friday I went to Gladys Knight’s Chicken and Waffle’s because Maria had apparently been craving waffles that weren’t Eggo and we don’t have a Waffle House around here. Afterward we went to this spot called Mezza Luna. I did some free promotion for them one night while I was helping the girls at a Tabi (Bonney) event. It wasn’t bad, but there weren’t a lot of people there that night.
(Someone else has come in so creepy Asian guy finally stopped staring.)
(Heh, so someone finally picked up T.O.? Good for him.)
Saturday I spent most of the day in the house while the others went to the baby shower of this girl we used to hang with. Eventually they called and said they wanted to go out. We decided we’d head down to the Harbor and go to this ranch-type bar place that opened not too long ago. Once we got there, they said that there was about an hour and a half to two hours. We decided to go Busboys and Poets.
We were actually in two cars. Tracey and I rode together and Maria drove with Kamaria and Carmelita. Tracey and I got there first and managed to find a space not too far away from the restaurant. It took us another 30 minutes to find a space for Maria. Tracey and I literally had to stalk a girl coming out of the restaurant to her parking space so that we could save it for Maria. In the end we got to the restaurant and had a nice table off to the side where we drank nicely and laughed loudly.
Sunday morning is my usual brunch day. I always invite everyone else as a courtesy, but it’s something that I’d do on my own if need be. I find it very therapeutic. Nice quiet Sunday, good food, mimosas. This Sunday we tried to go to this place we passed a few Sundays ago. I forgot the name so I didn’t get to research it. Of course, when we got there, we found out that it served predominantly Mexican based foods, which is nice and all, but I really wasn’t feeling Mexican for brunch. Thankfully, it was on 18th St. not far from Adams Morgan. So we walked up (stopping to buy a couple of vinyl records on the way) and found a place that I had actually thought about coming to called La Fourchette. The food was delicious, though poor Carmelita found a hair in her eggs. But damn it, those eggs were good.
*sigh* Some guy just came in and turned up the TV. I think ESPN is best viewed with no sound. Watching it was one thing… hear it, entirely different.
After we left there, I went to pick Kristy up because we were supposed to be hanging out that afternoon and brunch ran a little over. She rode with us as we went to view the model home for Tracey and Amol’s house. We “Ooo’d” and “Ahhh’d” for a while, then I took everyone home and Kristy and I went down to Gallery Place and ate at this (African?) chicken place called Something Peri Peri (Nando's Peri Peri). I wasn’t really hungry so I just had a salad and a pitcher of Sangria.
Is this all I have time for now? A series of meals with varying friends so that I can keep in contact with them? I suppose so. This is my life.
Looking back at this I’ve come to realize that Twitter has obviously affected how I write out my thoughts. If they weren’t all over the place before, they sure are now.
I’m sexually attracted to one of my classmates. What’s bad is that I don’t actually like them at all. Like they get on my nerves… but I’d totally go for a tussle in the sheets if the chance presented itself.