It's 68 degrees, sun's shining, and my sunroof's back. As much as I'm enjoying it, why do I just want to get back in bed and shrink from society for a while? I think I'm restless or slightly depressed, I'm just not sure which at this point, let alone why.
Went to the DMV this morning before work to renew my driver's license. It was expired. I could have renewed online, but of course I procrastinated to the point where the online option was no longer valid and I had to actually go to the DMV. I've been a bit paranoid driving around lately because of my expired license, and well, yeah, my expired license plate. Yes, that too. Both have been taken care of and I'm now legal again. But I've gotten off track. What I meant to write about was the bowels of society that show up at the DMV. Clearly, I was the only one in there that appeared to have showered this morning. The place was packed (of course it was, it's the DMV) so it took right around 2 hours for me to hand them my $20 and get a new picture taken. Quite the experience and lesson learned. Next time, I'll be sure to renew online before it's too late.
Friday night I went out with friends for my birthday. We had a really great time, and I appreciate them celebrating with me. We started off at an Irish pub here in Atlanta called Fado. The live band that night was so much fun, playing anything from Prince (or the artist formerly known as or whatever he wants to be called these days) to Coldplay, and they did all genres well. While at Fado, I was sitting on a bar stool next to my friend Greg sitting on the stool next to me. A very intoxicated stranger came and bought a beer at the bar from between me and Greg. While taking his beer from the bartender, he spilled some on my thigh. I looked at him and pouted, telling him he spilled beer on me. Apologetic, he reached down and started rubbing it off of my thigh for a second, then went to wipe dripping beer from his glass, and then went back to rubbing my thigh, or so he thought. Instead, he mistakenly started rubbing Greg's thigh and all of the sudden Greg shoots up straight and grabs his hand off of him. The guy was super embarrassed, and Greg and I starting laughing hysterically. After Fado, we moved on to the Peachtree Tavern, where the crowd was decidedly quite a bit younger. Very much early college crowd. But, my friend's band was playing, and we promised we'd stop by. We stayed for one drink and took off, not knowing the band was going to do a shout out for my birthday. We were back at my friend's apartment when we got the text that they were singing happy birthday to me. Sorry to have missed it, but appreciated the thought. I made it home around 3am and slept pretty much all of Saturday. But I loved it.
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