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Monday, September 04, 2006
Lost WeekendRight now I'm avoiding doing some work that I should do. (Revising a book proposal.)
We ran around like maniacs this weekend but did nothing we were supposed to do. I was supposed to:
1. Inaugurate the weed-eater.
2. Seal the grout.
3. Get my car inspected.
4. Revise a book proposal.
Instead, we:
1. Bought a bed.
2. Went to a mall we never went to before.
3. Spent a night in Cathy's guest room.
4. Did that thing we so often do where we stand in line at a Midtown club and wait for the high privilege of being let into said club by God, oops I mean the door guy.
Those are in reverse order. Also, I'm very tired of the club thing. This time the girls and my bf got in, but not the jillions of men with us. (Too many men can't get in. One pair of tennis shoes can't get in. Too many non-white people can't get in. Too few implants can't get in.) So we couldn't stay. Which was annoying because, for once, the music was good.
I don't think I'm too old for clubs. I think I'm too annoyed by the Midtown bullshit. Fuck you, Midtown. You aren't anything. I wish my friends wouldn't want to keep going there all the time. I wish we could go back to Main Street, or the Montrose, or even to somewhere new.
I'll probably get up in a second and leave town early. Sometimes I like to do things early because I'm an impatient person. I'd rather drive to Austin two hours early and sit in my car there reading a book, than run around like a chicken with no head until the last minute, then drive like a maniac, then get there just in time to spin around and drive back again.
I feel guilty when I don't do the things I was supposed to do. Hence, I end up feeling guilty each weekend that I don't have my kids. (Kids are good for making you feel responsible and able, I notice.)
Also, it sucks when I put aside my duties in order to have a little fun, and the fun we choose ends up being disappointing and/or exhausting, instead. I need to make different fun choices, apparently.
Really, I feel like I need a vacation. I've spent all my free days moving, unpacking, dealing with the new schools, and doing extra work. And standing in line in Midtown for no reason.
I'm tired. I want to rest. 11:20 AM #
Comments:
Hi Gwen,You sound so tired poor dear. I hope you stopped blogging and went to sleep?
Have you noticed that being a mommy your biggest job is feeling guilty, or making someone feel guilty?
Janice~
# posted by
Janice : 2:45 AM
I figured out the trick to getting into those clubs: you have to pretend you don't care whether or not you get in. Of course, it helps to ACTUALLY not care.
I was waiting in line with three guys, and the doorgods looked right at me in my leather pants (this was a few years ago, I couldn't squeeze my fat ass into those pants now if you paid my student loans off for me) and said "One girl, three guys?" I said "Yeah, why, am I not good enough to get them all in?" The guys were all "sshhh, don't piss him off!' and I just didn't care. The only reason I was there was to get the guys in so they could pick up other women. And it worked, because I wasn't trying too hard.
I just realized how messed up that story is; I had the hots for one of those guys, why did I help him get into a meat market all-chick club, where he proceeded to ignore me? What a waste of the leather pants. They didn't even give me a ride back to my car, I had to try to catch a cab at 3 am, in DC, in the rain, and ended up getting a ride from two women I didn't even know because they felt sorry for me.
By the way, that was the last time I EVER waited in line to get into a club. I wonder why.
# posted by
Jennaratrix : 2:54 PM
Weekends where you don't have a good time (and don't get the things checked off your list either) feel like a total ripoff.
I've never waited in line for a club because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't get in. And also because I think I'm sort of offended by the whole concept of a Dude who decides who's cool enough to get in and who's not. But that could be just because I don't think I would get picked.
I usually go to dive bars with darts and questionable adherence to the local building code, instead.
# posted by
Nyarly : 7:04 PM
Sympahy hugs sent your way. I so hope you get some good rest in this weekend and can get at least one thing accomplished completely and happily.
# posted by
pixielyn : 9:09 PM
yeah! i fucking hate midtown! and now that i'm in ny, i fucking hate williamsburg! bleccccch. grungy faux hipsters! ick!
# posted by
lauralark : 10:28 AM
Janice: I know, right?? Moms are, like, required by law to feel guilt at all times.
Jennaratrix: Maybe I'm taking it too far. Not only do I not care, but sometimes I even actively wish we wouldn't get into the club. Because whenever we do get into a Midtown club, it's sweaty and the music is lame.
Nyarly: Sometimes the dart board clubs are funnest. Even better than that, lately, I like bringing liquor to a friend's house and playing cards. I want to do that way more often. But some of our friends have outfits that must be shown off, so...
Pixie: Thank you. :)
Laura: Ha. Wait - you're just visiting NY, right?
# posted by
Gwen : 1:28 PM
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