silver4's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Classic Saturday night I went out for a friends birthday dinner tonight. It was a surprise celebration day, I missed out on the surprise part because they started earlier with a pool party at a hotel/casino downtown. A party that I skipped because I knew that me with that crowd... I would be bored out of my mind. The friend is a hubby of one of my girls, and she has a bunch of ..I don't know.. interesting people, who I don't really care to socialize with. So to prevent anticipated annoyance, I just opted to bail on the pool. The dinner was okay though. I hate to say it, but the choice of restaurant would not have been my top choice. It's a place that serves ridiculously huge portions which, although yummy, may not have been a best bet or a top choice if I were these people. My friend, her hubby, his friends, his brothers, they are all on the heavier side. And my girl, she sits around complaining about her weight a decent amount. I hate my weight too, but I make choices to kinda work in my favor, like exercise and cooking my own meals instead of eating at places that serve plates large enough to feed a table of four. And heavy stuff. In oils and with heavy creams and ugh... Yummy but fuck. I looked at the menu online ahead of time to try to get an idea, but nope. Nothing even remotely close to a decent dinner option. Anyways, I gave up and got a shit meal that tasted good enough if anything. But I hate that the girl complains about weight and exercise, asks me to go to the gym with her, then it never happens. I don't know if she's working out; she says that she does, but I don't know. And I don't care anymore to try to encourage her to go. I had even tried reverse psychology and told her how much I needed someone to come with me so that I could be motivated, but nada. Whatevs. So I didn't stay for post dinner excitement because I 1) had a head/eye ache, 2) was tired, and 3) I really don't care for downtown. It's nice enough, it's the whole old Vegas feel and the Fremont Street Experience and whatever other things down there, but ive never cared for downtown. So I was lame and left early and passed out. And woke back up around midnight. Okay I'm tired again. I'm so lame for someone who isnt even 30 yet. Oh. And I believe I am starting to enjoy this attention I get from all the older male drs. It makes me wonder if I will cave and have some kind of fling with one of them one day. Not a married one of course. But the maturity and the nature of the conversations I have versus with people my own age is more desirable. And by older I'm not talking grandpa here, just a bit higher than the range I would ordinarily hang with. Who knows. Whatever. Good night. 1:06 a.m. - 2011-10-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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