Good times

I'm tired. Last night, my friend Molly got into town and we went out for a couple of drinks at a bar where a lot of the undergrads go and I felt old. BUT, we stayed up until 12:30, so that made me feel a little less old. Then I didn't have to get up at 6:00, like I normally do to do to go to the gym. We "slept in" and walked to get a great breakfast before going to a beer fest, where I drank from 1-4:30. It was great fun, see!Then I had dinner with my parents who had also come into town for the beer fest. Then I walked to my friend's place to check on her cat, but couldn't get the door unlocked, so I walked home. Now it's only 7:48 and I'm ready for bed. I didn't drink enough to want to keep drinking and barely kept myself away from the sleepy stage of drinking. I think I will coerce the dog we are dog sitting to go for a little walk and maybe go to bed ridiculously early. I have not been getting the sleep I should. Then I'll be all bushy tailed for yoga and work tomorrow...oh, and I'll have to stop to make sure my friend's cat has food. That would be good.

Oh yeah! This guy I met back in November was volunteering at the beerfest. He's a friend of an old roommate. I am a big frickin' chicken. Even with a couple of beers in me, I didn't go reintroduce myself. I have his phone number in my phone and I joked about calling him while there. When I was coming in, he was handing out cups and I tried to start a small talk conversation, but he didn't seem to recognize me, so I let it go. Oh, well.

I think next beerfest, even if my entire family manages to make it, that I'm going to "make" my other single friend at school go and she and I will distance ourselves from my (wonderful) family and pick up guys. I mean, come on, we're cute and we drink beer?!