Ho Hum

I had a pretty depressing weekend. For the amount of desserts I had I should have been jumping from rafter to roof with all the supposed sugar high. But I really was in no jumping mood. I felt really very down to earth and all I wanted to do was cuddle up in bed and sleep longer. I don’t think there was anything particular that triggered this kind of mood. I think I feel that my life is kind of drifting in a directionless way. The thing is that I really had quite a weekend and there was no reason for me to feel this way.

So Friday night started out pretty normally. I went out for dinner with my friend “TheRock” and another random couple. We went out to have dinner near downtown but realized that it was way too crowded and ended up coming up back closer to home. We had Mediterranean dinner. I had a dip called the mohmarra which was pretty good with the bread. The entrée was Lamb Kabab which I thoroughly enjoyed. I also tasted lamb chops. But I somehow don’t like meat which has bones in it. So I wasn’t very thrilled with the Lamb chops. I went home after dinner and called up my parents in India. (Have you guys tried the Reliance Call India thing yet? you better try it to believe it). My grand dad was in town. I am truly impressed by this octogenarian who makes trips to my hometown by train overnight just to visit friends. My mom however was dreading his visit and whispering things into the phone (it’s her dad) that could not be said aloud due to his presence. I’ve given up trying to make peace between the two.

After the conversation, I went ahead and made my trip to the dance club. Not many people I recognized. I had my drink (non alcoholic, thank you) and talked to the few I knew and went on to the dance floor. Jon was there. TheFire wasn’t. I think I miss him. I don’t want to, but I do. I like to see him dance, I tell myself. I talked to Jon briefly about how bored I was and gave him an excuse about how pre-occupied I was by my work. I finally got invited to some beer party which I politely declined. I had half a mind to ask if someone would have sex with me if I did and wanted to see the inviter’s reaction, but reminded myself that I was standing next to Jon. So I contained my bored warped sense of mischief and went back straight home.

Saturday started out being a really lazy one. I went to work, didn’t do much other than settle some pending work and responses to emails. So I went back home. I live 10 minutes away from work and enjoy the drive, so I keep shuffling back and forth normally. I went back home and took a nap. My friends and I had been planning a pseudo bachelor party for another friend. The party involved dinner, bar and and dance club. So not really a wild bachelor party but a pretty tame one. so eleven of us went out for dinner and I had some grilled chicken over rice pilaf. The organizer had brought beads to wear and I got green long beads to wear.

We all went sauntering down towards downtown after dinner and found the bar really empty. I ran next door quickly which happens to be a gay bar and checked it out for the first time. I knew that Jerry was going to be there with his friend. So I went on ahead and met them. His friend was a lesbian and was going through some rough times apparently. So Jerry was keeping her company. He bought me an apple martini. So after my quick introduction to her, I said goodbye and went back to the bar where my friends were sitting around. Did I mention to you guys that most of my friends do know that I am gay, but some of them didn’t and I was wondering what they were thinking of me right now. But I didn’t really care much. Somehow I had my own though process going through the night. I felt strangely disconnected with the world. Somehow I was in my own world.

Finally I suggested that we should probably go on and move to the dance club. Everybody was in agreement and we walked to the dance club from there. It was kind of boring since the music was really 70s-ish and I wasn’t digging it at all that day. so around one I left. I had promised Jerry that I would be at the dance club and would buy him a drink. So I and “The Rock” left and after I dropped him off, I went on to MY dance club. I finally got there at about 15 minutes before closing time. I search for Jerry and found him chatting with some random guy. I coaxed him into coming to the dance floor with me to dance after he finished his smoke. I really hated the fact that I had to come out into the smoke and get him. But anyways, we danced a while and then I offered his promised drink but he refused since he had to be driving soon. So I got myself a glass of juice. I was disappointed that I didn’t see “The Fire” that day either. Maybe he is sick, I thought to myself. Finally I went home and slept as soon as I got to bed.

Sunday was slow. Got up late, but I decided that I was going to make some ginger tea and I went out to buy some ginger and came back and had my tea with some samosas which I had bought in an Indian store on the way. I am consciously trying to get into a habit of “making” my food. So any small steps in my opinion helps towards that goal. I feel that it has become too easy for me to eat processed food. Later I go to “The Rock”s house for dinner and then to watch “Desperate housewives” with him.

I came back home and finished my laundry before going off to bed. Oh I know. It’s been raining all week. Is that the reason for my depressing weekend? In that case I have a long winter ahead.
Quote of the day: Life is not a bed of roses..