Yes, tomorrow is my long awaited (and long overdue) trip to Philadelphia to see Band of Horses, have a cheesteak, and hopefully pick up some ultra hip purchases which will bring me happiness and make my otherwise empty existence seem worthwhile and complete. That said, I probably won't find anything of note and the cheesesteak will probably be grisley. But maybe not. Anyways, the important thing is that I won't be in work and I won't be going to school, which I wish I didn't have to do tonight. I have a test which I haven't put the slightest effort into studying for. I'm so full of shit, putting on like I'm actually absorbing any of the information my instructor gives me on what I've missed, giving the illusion that I care when inside I'm just counting down and willing dismissal, so I can get out and go home.
The weekend came and went, and I can't say I was terribly impressed. Friday started off without knowing if it was going to amount to anything. Once it was finally decided that, yes, we were going to get together, despite Pittsburgh having to work in D.C. at 7 in the morning Saturday, I made the trek to Highlandtown, or Butcher's Hill, forgive me. We went to Canton for dinner. It was supposed to be a low-key and early evening, with me coming home that night and everyone getting to bed at a decent hour on account of the working on Saturday thing, however, with the insistance that we take a cab to Canton, so as not to have to try to find somewhere to park, suffice to say neither party kept the drinking to a minimum, and I ended up very pissed by the time we left Bartenders' and took a taxi back. Saturday morning, I stopped at Daily Grind for one of the best coffees I've ever had (why can't Starbucks learn to make lattes like this, where it's not just a damn cup of hot milk).
I don't feel I made good enough use of my Saturday night, though. Played out much like the old Sam Cooke song, "Another Saturday night, and I ain't got nobody". Didn't go out, and when the kid across the street texted me, asking me to come over and hang out, I had already dozed off and didn't feel like getting up.
One thing I've learned is that, while not always the case, often times, if you have a penis, you don't know how to use a phone. Boys seem incapable of responding to a text message in a timely manner or calling back when they have, of their own volition, said they'd call you later. I don't care really, I just don't like waiting around on people.
Tomorrow I'm off to Philly and then that will leave Wednesday, Thursday (just those two days for class), and Friday, and then another weekend. Definately going to try to get my money's worth a bit more. Actually, it's not like I'm trying to cram as much crazy, non-stop partying as possible. I know success is not to be measured in ounces of alcohol, and it's actually very nice and satisfying to have time to do absolutely nothing, especially when during the week that sort of thing is so rare. So I'm quite chuffed to have the ability to just get in bed and sleep a few hours away on a Saturday or bum around in Target on a Sunday. I'm glad for the low-key hang-outs. I guess all I'm really let down or annoyed by is the fact that Saturday night kind of slipped by and then yesterday Pittsburgh had said we'd hang out but I didn't hear from him till late, and even then he was at a party watching football and there was all of this back and forth about whether it would be worth to hang out for an hour since I had to go to work today. He was supposed to call again late last night, but I never heard from him. I do think I have an idea for a more eventful evening when I do speak to him as to what I ended up doing last night. No need to admit to watching Rock of Love and half a Law and Order in a bit of a sulk.
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