Thursday, November 29, 2007

Doing Stuff I Don't Wanna Do

That sounds whiney, I know. And I'm perfectly okay with that.

I'm going to stop doing stuff I don't wanna do! Why wouldn't I?

Tonight I went to a very, very crowded sports bar and watched a football game with some friends. I didn't care about the game, but I do care about my friends, so when they asked, while my first thought was, "thanks but no," I wanted to see them, so I said "why not?".

First clue that I should have gone home instead: The bouncer dude blocked the door as I tried to enter.

"You got a stamp?" he said to me, while talking on his cell phone.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I didn't know who he was or that he worked there.

"You already been in here?" He's still blocking me from entering, and way too far into my personal space.

"Um, no."

"We're full here." Like I should know this. I told him my friends were already here.

"They got a seat reserved for you?"

"I don't know," I said, implying you idiot.

"Well, I'll let you in."

"Thanks." It's possible my look communicated some disgust with his rudeness.

"Don't look at me like that," he said to my back. I had an urge to turn back and throw him a one-fingered salute, but I was busy trying to make my way through the bodies slammed together like spaghetti in a box, all the while thinking why am I in this place? Finally I spotted my friends standing and waving their arms frantically.

I squeezed in. The place was so crowded that they couldn't keep up with drink and food orders, so the waitress literally recommended we not order food. Therefore, I drank more beer (when we finally got some) than I probably would have. Not way too much, but more than two.

After the game, starving, we went to a nearby Thai place. I ordered some soup and rice. Luckily I didn't eat too much, but it was 10 p.m. by the time we left. I'm driving away, freezing to death, thinking "why did I go through all of this just to watch a game I don't care about??".

I arrived home tired, grumpy, whiney, and wishing I had just gone home after work like I really wanted to do.

I was invited to go to Seattle Saturday with the same friends; I didn't commit because I didn't really want to go. I'm telling them tomorrow I'm not going. I'm going to have a delicious Saturday and Sunday at home.

Because that's what I wanna do. And it beats the hell out of doing something I don't wanna do and whining about it after.

1 comment:

Professor J said...

Good for you! It is always best to just take care of yourself and do what you want to do!