It's Saturday night. I'm not out having fun with my friends like I thought I would be. I'm not sick in bed, which would be a great excuse. I'm sitting around in my pajamas feeling incredibly dumb for taking a five-hour nap.
Last night was unexpectedly awesome. Went to ZG with Jannes and some other German friends, but saw M and Christian. Went to say hi and kinda never left. Christian ran off to see Conor Oberst (Bright Eyes band member), but M and I goofed off together, hanging out with some of the Germans. You know that awesome vibe two people can have together? Like the zip and zing that comes with just plain getting each other? I adore that. And that's what M and I have sometimes. Last night was one of those times.
There are no disclaimers or worrisome faces. Just two people who know each other well enough, enjoying each other's company. That shit just relaxes the hell out of me. It makes me feel like a whole person, you know?
We took a cab back to my place. He took some Jameson and Bailey's and Guiness and... well, that's some sort of car bomb-like shot, yes? I made some mini pizzas in the oven, but M wanted to broil them. Broil? How does the broiler work? Please don't blow up my apartment! Oh, yeah, the broiler's actually easy to use. Show off my new iPhone's audio. Dance party to Flight of the Conchords "Robots". (M couldn't believe he was robo-boogie-ing in my kitchen...) I lurved every second of it.
We continued to enjoy every second of the next hour and a half in my bed. Fuck yeah. Granted, I had to wake up early, since I had some YFU volunteer obligations today. But he's a trooper and woke up early same as me. Romped around in bed some more, before I hopped in the shower. I got on Muni and M found coffee.
Sigh. He really is a good guy. No two ways about it. He's a good guy and I'm glad I get to see parts of him which are awesome. That sounded dirty, but you know what I mean!
Aside from the sighing going on in my head today because of last night... Jeebus I've been tired and odd all freakin' day! I wolfed down a bagel once I got to the YFU meeting. And some OJ to up the sugar quotient, but even that didn't help. My stomach was not happy. At all. And I was not hungover, just... freakin' tired!
So, after getting home WAY later than I thought - missing out on friend B's interestingly cool photo session with a photog friend of hers - I promptly ate something before passing out in bed. That was around 5pm. It's nearly 11pm now. Yeah. As much fun as last night was, I shoulda known my body would fail me in this way. Apparently, unless I can sleep in the next morning, I'm not physically capable of staying out late two nights in a row.
It's a very good thing Dave, Rae and Jenny love me enough not to hate me for flaking on tonight's plans. Which I do believe included a trip to The Cafe and some sexy moves on the dance floor. I'm always down for that, but my body laid the smack down. It always gets the final say.
So, here I am, writing this in my pajamas. Letting everyone know how lame-o I can be. I'm about to read a chapter or two in the latest romance novel to grace my library. I think I might also play a mission or two in my "Interpol: The Hunt for Dr.Chaos" on my laptop. Let's see if I can stay awake long enough to not ruin my entire sleep schedule.