I talked recently about being in a craptastic rut. I just wasn't myself at all, I really felt like I was just sinking. Like my ass might literally merge with the fabric of my couch. But good things are on the horizon and I think I'm snapping out of it. And I think it was mostly because of this past weekend. All week I was dreading this weekend because it was jam packed. When you're in a rut, jam packed doesn't make you smile. But it was filled with a lot of "have to's" so I kind of, well, had to. And what I started out dreading, I actually wound up loving.
Friday after spending some time with Isabella my girlfriend, Jen, and I went to Atlantic City. We got all dolled up with makeup, heels, and dresses had a delicious dinner at The Palms and then headed out to a nightclub for some dancing. We had fun there talking and dancing for about an hour or so until it got really crowded and we looked around and realized that we were probably the oldest ones there. It was full of young, firm things with skirts up their whoo-ha. It just wasn't our scene. So we went to this Irish Pub where they had a live band and we sang and danced like maniacs until 3 am. We got some room service and crashed. It was so nice to have a night out to cut loose and it might have been just what I needed. That and about 5 cocktails.
It was wonderful and exhausting and just what I needed to start snapping myself out of my rut.
Oh and the winner for the Blind Date tickets was Mich and you have been contacted by e-mail.