In theory I should be asleep right now. I haven't sleep all night. No, not true, I slept for about 15 minutes. Seriously. Why am I awake? So many reasons. But hey, we've got a whole fucking 24 hours to cover, don't we?
Was about around this same time yesterday. Went to the grocery. Two to be exact. Plus Home Depot for some drill bits. We got a new Nest doorbell but the only place to mount it is in the brick and I didn't have tips to drill through that. Doesn't matter, my Makita isn't strong enough anyway so now I am waiting for a new drill to arrive by 8am. Actually just checked and it's two stops away. Turned on the porch light for them. Anyway, after grocery store, did some work before therapy. Therapy went well. I got the signoff I needed to get my injection next week. That's positive. Worked through some shit which I guess sunk in? Maybe. Maybe not.
After therapy I worked. Like a lot. Had to sit through a meeting from 3-5 though. Most boring meeting ever. Literally. It was just drone and drone about shit I didn't care about. When that was done, I got ready for part one of the evening. We met my new friend, their spouse, and another friend for dinner. It was originally supposed to be a game night but that didn't work out because of timing. We didn't have the room or the time to play a game. But it was okay. The food was good, the company was good, and I feel like they could be good friends over time. They're closer to my age which was nice too.
After we left them, we came home and changed and hit the road at about 8:30. First stop was to pickup B crush. They had already been pre-gaming and were slightly buzzed. That just annoyed me. We then went to pick up other B friend who like fucking usual was running late. We were supposed to be at the club by 10, but no. Finally get to the club and B downs a double vodka. Courage? Who knows. The club itself was okay. Very much like going to the crib but a smaller midwest version. I looked good at least. B keeps drinking. I decide to go off an do my own thing and this pisses them off. Like what the fuck? I am trying to stay out of your way so we can both have some fun and meet people, but you don't want me disappearing? Ok. The whole time we were there it was just awkward. The friends kept getting drunker, I wasn't at all. I had one seltzer over the course of a 4 hour time period. B starts getting fucking mopey because no one hit on them but they also kept trying to be attached at the hip to the rest of us. Go fucking do you. I had been scoping the club the whole night and at some point, I realized it was an 18+ club and the majority of people were 18-20 straight white girls hanging on to one gay guy. Just no. It was 10x worse than the crib ever was. The music sucked ass upstairs. Downstairs was better but it was hot and stank of people. I got drink spilled on me too which just sucked.
Eventually around 2am I get them to all leave and the drunks are in the back, mope master 5000 is in the front. Get everyone dropped off, get home at 3, clean up, try to go to bed, but the moping hasn't stopped so their on their phone, tossing, turning, and I finally fell asleep at 3:30, only to be woken up at 3:49 because they decided to get up and take a shower. Fuck. Now I am awake. Lovely.
So fuck it. Here it is Saturday. I have a guest in the guest room, a mopey spouse in the other. Just fucking shoot me now.
Oh wait, one positive thing I did do yesterday was start a new Insta to chronicle my transition. The kid suggested I take pics so they can see changes and I decided, fuck it, I will share with everyone. So yeah, that's out there now.
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