have more fun

Had a lovely and tasty lunch here in Broken Arrow, OK. My first full day here. I’d only had a couple beverages and a waffle before that so I was quite hungry. Apart from that, I finished the loaf of rye bread I got in Kansas City, had a mostly frozen pear I’d bought there, and drank a pot of hotel room coffee plus a packet of vitamin drink mixed with water. Then I got a Twix.

That’s the fun I’m having in Tulsa. Watching the boob tube, playing on the internet (no work done of course), and fucking about. I should have been exploring in the warm sun but instead… this.

I’m no fun anymore. That’s what happens when your photo plans fall through and you have nothing driving you.

My new thing-to-do is to watch roller derby when possible in my hometown or wherever. I saw my first match last weekend and it was a blast! Helps that I knew one or two No-Coast Derby Girls.

In other news, the following news quote amused me:

“I am going to take a cool shower, turn on the air conditioning and watch some TV,” Miltina Burnett, of Wellston, CA, said after her electricity came back on Tuesday.

If that doesn’t represent the comfort-centeredness (as opposed to meaning-centeredness) of modern life I don’t know what does. When blackouts are your life’s lemons, make blackout-ade!

Now if I can only remove alcohol from the equation. I’m not a drinker, and it’s hard for me to drink and then be functional the next day for depressive reasons. So if I have fun and drink, I have geometrically less fun for a couple days afterward. Last weekend was a whirlwind of social events; this past weekend was luckily more filled with work than alcohol, but I did have a few beers after work with a couple colleagues on Friday that pretty much limited me to home and work the next day. Today I got up and was productive in the morning, and now I’ve been hanging out at a local coffee shop most of the afternoon. This is a cool place; Ted Kooser the Poet Laureate is just two tables away, and Bob Hall had been sitting right next to me until about 40 minutes ago. These are old-guy cool; there are also young folk here who are engaging and potentially sweet company. But I’m holing up here at my table until I go to a dinner invitation in an hour or two. Which may in fact be fun.
Tomorrow, it’s work again. Fun? Sometimes. Mostly stressful I suppose.

Traveling with two “goth chicks” to Denver to see Bauhaus perform live, well, it should be more fun than it was.

8-10 hours of driving each way. That’s right, I drove. I paid for the tickets, the gas (most of it) and my hotel room. They got their own room, thankfully. They slept all day. We went to the show, which was cool enough, ate once a day, and went to a club the last night. So all told, I spent probably 10 hours watching TV by myself in a hotel room. And some fun on the side. And a bunch of driving, with gals who quite simply didn’t feel the need to be entertaining.

I feel gypped. A little. But not lied to… so there is that.

... and yet, this year, I anticipate a mere shadow of the fun I had last year. In fact, my costume will echo last years. Last year I met a friend of mine in Louisiana and spent half of Halloween as a blue man in New Orleans. This year, I’m stuck in Lincoln, but am going to be twice as blue—two days of blueness. I’ve decorated my cubicle with blue man pictures. And most importantly… I feel as blue as I felt last year, if for less immediate reasons. Last year I’d just been dumped. This year, yeah, I’m alone, but only because I don’t have a life. lol

I am going to a hopefully fabulous party on Saturday though. :)

Fun does not include, involve or require any form of alcohol or other toxic chemical additives. Fun involves genuine rapport with friends in an anything-goes atmosphere.