fun with a touch of lonesome

The weekend. Very interesting and disappointing at the same time.

I must confess, there are a couple of things I wish I could do but they wouldn't go down well solo. Meaning they are not as much fun and have the tendency to look a bit weird if done solo. And no matter how much I wax lyrical about taking on life's adventures solo there are things that a solo outing would not be able to pull off. One of these things is bar hopping St. Patrick's Day style.

I wanted to go to this St. Patrick's day green beer drinking live music having pub but I couldn't go. I've done it before and I know it is not as much fun solo. It's only fun in a group with a bunch of people drinking together, talking about life, shooting the shit as they say, and just generally having a good time. So I chickened out and didn't go (things you should never do solo or not). I really shouldn't have left the house really. It was a mess. A mess of a time.

Friday.

I went clubbing to join the ladies that I went clubbing with 2 weekends ago. Only I got the dates wrong it was supposed to be on Saturday and not Friday so I drove through the traffic to that side of town, squeezed myself into something, put some makeup on my face (which I hate) just to get there and the club was closed. There was a movie shoot there earlier so they were taking the equipment down. Indignant, and defiant I still went out anyway. The first couple of places needed a cover and I was not in the mood for that, so I ended up some place. I bumped into this pair of guys who were a little fresh faced and in the mood for some fun, so we ended up scouring the town looking for places to go, and as everything shuts down at 2.30AM, you can tell this was an arduous task. We ended up at Beluga which I've been dying to go but didn't know how I could withstand all that cigar smoke. It was fun.

This was the fun part of the weekend. Bumping into strangers and partying with them is always fun. I do that on occasion, I never take them home and I try to keep it simple. Most of the time, they don't want to hear from you after that night. It's just a one night thing. Like a "let's live in the moment" escapism effect. In the heat of the moment the conversation is always light hearted, amazing, witty and just carefree. It's good stuff. Once in awhile it happens and when it does it always calls for an entertaining evening.

Saturday.

Saturday was the disappointing part. Did not go to my St. Paddy's day event. Big mistake. Went to a wine tasting of rare wines. Not much fun. The owner's wife kept looking at me like I came to seduce her husband. Once again, I didn't go for my St. Paddy's Day event. Then, I went to dinner at Atlanta Fish Market. Awful food. Awful service. Everyone was just so coupled up and...happy, Urrgh! You know how we single people hate that. Nothing makes you feel more alone than sitting in a crowded restaurant watching people canoodle all around you. Wrong decision, would have been better off drinking green beer with some drunk fools.

Then, spent the next couple of hours playing phone tag with my friend from Friday night. Could the day even get worse? To top it off we went forward an hour on Sunday morning and I lost some quality sulking sleep. Things that shouldn't happen to you when you're single.

Today (Sunday) I've decided not to leave the house!