Not Seeing Peter Pan Makes You Want To Grow Up
It has been a pretty great week. I went to the California State fair with the Golden Girls (Mom, Grandma, and Myself). Got drunk and bet on horse racing. My new favorite thing. Then off to San Francisco to celebrate my Mum’s birthday. My family was all going to see Peter Pan at the 360 theatre, but a rule of growing up is that we all need to pay our own way. And I could afford going out to the fancy dinner at Sinbads (the view of the bay bridge is awesome frome there!) But I thought it selfish of myself to buy an expensive theatre ticket for me. So I let the rest of them go to the show and I would meet them after. Turns out drinking too much at a gay bar in the Castro while the rest of your family enjoys Peter Pan with each other makes you feel like a huge fucking douche bag. Oh well, nothing we can do about that. We met up afterward and went for more drinks at Danny Coyle’s. Next day the Golden Girls went out to breakfast at Buena Vista, my fav place for Irish coffee and eggs benedict. Then back to warm and wonderful Sacramento. huzzah :/
Bettin on the ponys with Jenny!
Casey Worthington had his “Not 4th of July Party”, it’s exactly what you think it is. It was real fun, but one of those times when being drunk during the day gets away from you… On a similar note; I have had anger and patience issues recently. It is well documented that Ritchies can have a bit of a temper problem, and they may be catching up with me. I just need to chill more. I’m sure the hotel concierge and the “deck supervisor” at the pool at my gym aren’t really as stupid as they seem, and even if they are, no sense in being mean to them. Oh yeah! I joined a gym! Sexy DURING summer. hell yeah, I have been working out like everyday ^_^
John Farnsworth’s parents were out of town this week so I hung out there a lot this week. It’s good to just have a place where friends can gather like that with no agenda. We go to the river. We drink. We swim at someones pool. We smoke. We hang out. We go out. I live a very relaxed life. I should not have the stress to lash out at fat gingers who are apparently just paid to sit by a pool and tell people not to run and not help people if they are in need. also he has blonde eyebrows. wierd. people who don’t deserve it.
I have been doing a lot of odd jobs making money, and it keeps me afloat more than usual. but its not enough to save or contribute quite enough. Still job hunting.
Yesterday was another friends going away party, the 3rd in the last week. Times are changing and people are moving. and still a few more are moving including Ruth. But I have known that people were going to leave me. What hurt, was hearing that Michael Sunshine and his girlfriend Ella up and moved from Davis to Seattle. I found this out when I texted him about partying. Michael is one of my core friends from Livermore and we don’t see each other too often, but I have always liked having him so close just in case. I have always had the feeling that everyone else is growing up and I’m not. Most my friends from high school have real good jobs and are in serious relationships. It’s that moment in life when you realize there are a bunch of grown ups at your party. And that’s what they have become. I have always felt belittled by living my type of life. I don’t judge them, and really I’m not even mad. The reality is I feel like I lost a cornerstone of my building. In other words, shit just got real.
To add to this dejected feeling, I went and hung out with Tim and Maggie Muldoon who’s older brother got married in Davis last weekend. The epitome of growing up. Naturally we try to see each other as much as we can. So they invite me to all the pre-wedding shenanigans and parties and such. Problem is, I’m not invited to the wedding and just end up being kinda embarrassed being there at all. “That’s just Maggie and Tim’s friend who is here to party”. That’s reall not who I want to be. I left. Again I understand it, and am not mad. This is just the situation I am living. People are growing up and they need to, but they still like me to be their party vacation from life. Honestly it’s shit like this that motivates me more than anything.
moral of the story: Not seeing Peter Pan makes you want to grow up.
Oh yeah, and I’m BLONDE now
peace
