Weekends whoops

Goodness, whenever I try to plan out a schedule for the day it goes COMPLETELY out the window. Like today, for instance.

Yesterday was Valentine's Day, which on any other year might have depressed me but for some reason has pretty much passed by this year with not so much as a whisper of discontent. I am attributing this to the fact that I'm not involved with any gentlemen right now so I don't have any false hopes of special attention on this greeting-card-company invented holiday. Yeah. So, I was about to make myself pancakes when Tim called and asked if I wanted to go out to lunch. We went to Tuppelo's and I had probably the most delicious sandwich ever (salmon and smoked gouda with spicy mustard, mmm). My lovely Tim footed the bill for Valentine's Day (awww). Later that night we went out to the National Guard Armoury for AMATUER FIGHT NIGHT, YEESSS!!! Holy balls, I fucking love watching people hit each other. I'm sure there's some anthropological reason for it, something about stirring up primal urges and whatnot, but all I know is there's something incredibly exciting and satisfying about watching two men pit their bodies against each other in a display of physical strength. During one of the last championship rounds the blue corner guy gave his opponent a bloody nose pretty early, so by the end of the match they were both covered in his blood from neck to v, and red's face was just one sheet of red. Pretty much, it was AWESOME. Best Valentine's Day date ever, ha ha ha!

I want to be a boxer. I guess I should start working out and stop smoking then, huh?

After that we went out to Boone Saloon where Woody Pines was playing, which is always an absolute delight. If I love the south for anything, it's the music (uh, and the food, ha ha. if you can fry it and roll it in butter, I'm a fan). I danced with an ex-lover. He's one of those you hate because despite how fucked up everything has been, you can't really hate him and whenever you see him, if you can forget about the bullshit it's absolutely wonderful. However, when thinking clearly I know he's just another jackass with a lot of charm. Maddening. Afterwards I got to dance with Gabe which was much more enjoyable because he's a sweet pea. When the bar closed we went over to Jennah's for a few more hours of drinking and bonding. Kris and I stumbled home around 5 and fell asleep to the Karate Kid.

So, today I was supposed to be up by 11, etc. Uh... yeah... whoops. Rolled out of bed at 1 and went to a delicious Thai brunch with the kids from last night. Got back to my place around 3, then took a three hour nap (see previous post about bizarre-ass dreams). And since I woke up I really haven't done anything except watch Food Network and read the piece I have to critique for Creative Nonfiction tomorrow, and worry about my future.

What. a. weekend.