Running on about 2.5 hours of sleep today again. This time it was because I did not want to go home. I thought the other day was about my brother, but in reality it was an excuse to go out and drink with a free pass. Last night was about my brother.
Work was uneventful during the day. Did my stuff and headed home. On the way home, my boss called me. He wanted to make sure I wasn't going to try and get out of going to the holiday dinner. Damn. I told him I wasn't sure because I just wasn't in a party mode. He then hit me from all angles; first it was how I shouldn't be home alone and could probably use a night out (true), then he hit me with I could ride up with his wife so I didn't have to worry about gas or parking (another concern), and finally he hit me with everyone is going to be there (and there was about 90% employee attendance). Fine. I caved. I drove over to his house around 5:30. He was already in the city because of a meeting which is why I went with his wife. It took us an hour to get up there and from minute one we were talking about my brother. That started the night off for me. Had me in an interesting mood before we even got to the restaurant. We get there and pretty much the whole night, everyone is asking me about my brother. One of my co-worker's his wife worked in the same unit as my brother and believes she may have evaluated him for his transplant. How freaky was that. I was so messed up in the head, I didn't even eat. I passed on every appetizer, didn't touch the salad course, took two bites of the halibut I ordered, and skipped dessert completely. I just didn't feel like eating. Around 9, I knew I wasn't ready to go home. I was supposed to ride home with my boss but I texted a friend that I know is a DJ at a club nearby. I asked if he would give me a ride home when he got off work. Little did I know off work even on a Thursday meant 2:30am. I also had no idea what kind of club he worked at.
He texted me back telling me no problem, I am on the guest list, just walk right up. Which I did. There was a line but I walked right up and said I am so and so, I am on the DJs list. Voila. In the door, no cover, drink ticket. Done and done.
I found my friend and after talking with him for a while started checking out the club. I was in a gay 18+ dance club. Holy hell. These were kids. I mean serious kids. The best parts of the night? Watching single 20 year old girls dance and act insane when they think there are no straight guys watching them. That was the best part by far. Next were the two lesbians grinding and simulating two feet in front of me for 1/2 hour because they assumed I was gay. It was like skinemax for free. I mean there was tongue and boob and woof. The sucky part was every girl thinking I was gay. I did meet a couple of 22 year old college girls outside at one point who were blown away I was straight in that club. When I explained the DJ was a friend and I was waiting for a ride home, they were like showing me off to their friends like they found some rare diamond in the rough. I did get felt up by a couple of different guys which was odd since they were so young and in comparison to the room, I was ancient. Bizarre fucking night. I will say I was amused to know I knew three of the songs played last night. I didn't know whether to be proud or sad.
We left around 2:30 and by the time I got home it was 3:15. Passed out on the couch for two and half hours and here I am at work again.
Having dinner and drinks at a friend's house tonight. This should be fun. They are friends from cast and this will be the first time we have hung out socially. I am looking forward to it as they are a sweet couple.
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