I went to a birthday party last night. When I got there my friend was so drunk that all she could do was scream (she's in a punk rock band so I guess that has something to do about it). I'm glad I went just to say what's up but I didn't stay long because being the only sober one was pretty lame. Then again I was probably the only one that didn't wake up with a hang over.
I went for a bike ride early in the morning because the air show was this weekend and I wanted to see that. None of my friends wanted to go because it's crazy crowded with suburban families and I can understand that would be annoying with a hangover. One of my friends would have gone to take photo's but he's in colorado rock climbing and I'm jealous. I'm just saying. I eventually rode past all the madness and hung out at one of my favorite spots (above).
Went to a BBQ later and no one asked me why I wasn't eating anything. Good times, good people, good day.
I like knowing what I'm doing while I'm working out, and can see the mistakes I was making in the past. Feel the burn.
It's weird being the only sober one. Last time I did it, I kind of enjoyed watching all my friends get wasted. They were hilarious. I drank my water, danced my ass off, and at the end of the night, found the folks I came with hiding out in the care stuffing Taco Bell in their mouths. Made me laugh out loud.
ReplyDeleteThat's a beautiful view. :)