Feb. 18th, 2019 12:03 pm
Taking myself out
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muckefuckI felt a bit sniffly and tired Wednesday evening but I didn't think much of it. Thursday morning it was undeniable that I had a cold. I came in anyway because my student worker needed direction. Shortly after he'd arrived, however, I realised it was stupid to stay and took off at noon. But I didn't just give up and go home.
My original plan for the evening had been to get my hair cut in anticipation of the big Bear revel on Saturday. On the way there, I'd pick up a couple bottles of wine for the tasting that afternoon and, when I was finished, I'd pop into the vegan place next door for some takeout (since it would probably be lousy with Valentine's Day diners).
I still put that plan into action just five hours earlier than expected. The one hole was that the vegan place didn't open for lunch so I went to Indie instead. The upside was that it was nearly empty so I could eat in before dragging myself home to form a nest for the next couple days. (I thought about going in for a half a day Friday and quickly realised that was a bad idea.)
It was an act of faith to buy the wine and get the haircut. I was still feeling bad enough Saturday morning that I contacted Scruffy about taking the wine in for me. (That was also my sneaky way of feeling him out about a ride.) He couldn't because he had a guest in town. In the end I went but didn't drink.
I really wanted to see the house, which was a gorgeously redone brownstone in Ukrainian Village. I'm feeling more an more intimidated about hosting one of these gatherings in my shabby flat. I was also curious about Scruffy's man, who turned out to be a total charmer from Queensland though now living in Saskatchewan. I impressed him by knowing...well, anything at about his home country. (Even he wasn't aware that Qantas represents an acronym.)
I talkedmikiedoggie into giving me a ride back, not because I was too cheap to get a Lyft (though I did appreciate saving the money) but because if I'm going to make chitchat with someone for 45 minutes, I'd rather it be someone I know. He surprised me by opening up to me in a way he hasn't in ages. Then again, it's the first time the two of us have been alone together in ages. Maybe I need to make sure that happens more often.
I was worried the excursion would make me too tired to leave the house again but the event activated my extroversion and I craved more company, not less. I fixed myself another crappy meal at home and then stopped by Taste of Heaven for tea and cake, just like the last time.
And just like the last time, the event was a roaring success. It was already half full when I arrived; eventually it became almost too full to dance, but I persisted and after midnight it thinned out a bit more. By then at half-dozen of us had taken our shirts off (in the heyday of Bear Pride, it would have been at least half the crowd) and I was praying my legs would hold out on me a little longer.
Despite not having a drop to drink at the bar, I paid for it all the next day. My midday nap was a solid two hours, and I couldn't avoid going out into the newfallen snow afterwards because I'd emptied the last can of cat food the day before. I thought I'd feel just as bad today but surprisingly I seem to be already on the mend. Perhaps I shouldn't discount the effect of being social on my overall wellbeing.
My original plan for the evening had been to get my hair cut in anticipation of the big Bear revel on Saturday. On the way there, I'd pick up a couple bottles of wine for the tasting that afternoon and, when I was finished, I'd pop into the vegan place next door for some takeout (since it would probably be lousy with Valentine's Day diners).
I still put that plan into action just five hours earlier than expected. The one hole was that the vegan place didn't open for lunch so I went to Indie instead. The upside was that it was nearly empty so I could eat in before dragging myself home to form a nest for the next couple days. (I thought about going in for a half a day Friday and quickly realised that was a bad idea.)
It was an act of faith to buy the wine and get the haircut. I was still feeling bad enough Saturday morning that I contacted Scruffy about taking the wine in for me. (That was also my sneaky way of feeling him out about a ride.) He couldn't because he had a guest in town. In the end I went but didn't drink.
I really wanted to see the house, which was a gorgeously redone brownstone in Ukrainian Village. I'm feeling more an more intimidated about hosting one of these gatherings in my shabby flat. I was also curious about Scruffy's man, who turned out to be a total charmer from Queensland though now living in Saskatchewan. I impressed him by knowing...well, anything at about his home country. (Even he wasn't aware that Qantas represents an acronym.)
I talked
mikiedoggie into giving me a ride back, not because I was too cheap to get a Lyft (though I did appreciate saving the money) but because if I'm going to make chitchat with someone for 45 minutes, I'd rather it be someone I know. He surprised me by opening up to me in a way he hasn't in ages. Then again, it's the first time the two of us have been alone together in ages. Maybe I need to make sure that happens more often.I was worried the excursion would make me too tired to leave the house again but the event activated my extroversion and I craved more company, not less. I fixed myself another crappy meal at home and then stopped by Taste of Heaven for tea and cake, just like the last time.
And just like the last time, the event was a roaring success. It was already half full when I arrived; eventually it became almost too full to dance, but I persisted and after midnight it thinned out a bit more. By then at half-dozen of us had taken our shirts off (in the heyday of Bear Pride, it would have been at least half the crowd) and I was praying my legs would hold out on me a little longer.
Despite not having a drop to drink at the bar, I paid for it all the next day. My midday nap was a solid two hours, and I couldn't avoid going out into the newfallen snow afterwards because I'd emptied the last can of cat food the day before. I thought I'd feel just as bad today but surprisingly I seem to be already on the mend. Perhaps I shouldn't discount the effect of being social on my overall wellbeing.