Whenever Luis and I go to LA or Calexico for the whole weekend, I never feel very rested at all. There's something about home here in SD that really relaxes me that other homes do not.
Anyway, this weekend, we went to have crepe brunch with the Alpha Cats and played a rather contentious game of Word on the Street. The game rules weren't very clear, so we had to duke things out. Things with buttons: keyboards (belly button count?), type of bed: tempurpedic. It's like finding pants in the sky.
In the evening, went to Peter D's, got drunk and skipped to PB for a last hour at Tremors. Lauren and I both had the right idea in wearing black tops and jeans. Could be dressy, could be casual. Gave me a great excuse to put on a shit ton of makeup that I normally wouldn't wear for daytime. Seriously, need contact lenses. Seriously, need health insurance.
For whatever reason, whenever Lauren and I get buzzed or drunk, we just want to go dancing. Peter D's was not providing the right type of music so we took off to Tremors. It's been too long since I've felt music with my body. It's like giving up to the music and let the rhythm control my movements. Sometimes I can feel the bass coursing through my muscle cells and blood vessels. Biology major, or the alcohol.
The great thing was that I didn't have a hangover. The same cannot be said for Luis however. I fell asleep to him vomiting into the toilet.
We spent Sunday mostly at home. I cooked, cleaned, and made more mess to clean. Hovered over my plants, my dog, the former because apparently on some subconscious level I think they grow faster if I look at them. Hey, a watched pot and all right? The dog, well, because he's just the cutest.
Resolution: floss more. Apparently it contributes to heart health.
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