It's my life. If I want to sleep...

This weekend was a whirlwind. My best friend came in to visit from Chicago and boy did we work the city. We went into the city on Friday morning with everything we could possibly need all weekend and were bag ladies together. It was nice to not be a bag lady alone- homeless people are just happier traveling in packs. We went to a roof top bar after I got off work- to a friends apartment to get dressed and went out to a bar downtown. Notice, there is no dinner anywhere in our plans. Skipping dinner when we were suppose to go to a Yankees game the next day was not a good game plan- but oh well, it all happened.

Because I do not live in the city, we had plans to stay at a friends place.... Well, lets just say that the plan did not run smoothly and I am in need to move into the city (mainly for social reasons) as soon as possible. Just having to rely on other people is not always a good route to take when alcohol is involved. Judgement get blurred and thinking of responsibilities disappears. Either I need to have a spare set of keys to where ever I am staying, or handcuff myself to the resident of where I am staying to ensure not to get left behind. But this is not the point. That is a different story for a different time, which will be following very shortly.

After the crazy Friday night- it was time for the Yankees game at 4. They lost, which was a little bit of a buzz kill, but fun none the less. After the 4 hour game in the perfect fall day complete with sunshine and a breeze, we all went back into the city for dinner. I was sitting at the table, with a beer in front of me, and could not keep my eyes open. 4 hours of sleep and sitting in the sun all day does not make a good combination for going out the next night. I tried everything to give myself an energy boost- drinking soda, food, more beer and nothing helped. My mind was holding on for dear life- I wanted to go out, but my body just wasn't having it. They were on two different radio stations and the frequency of my body won, I just gave in. When we left the restaurant, everyone was discussing the groups next move, I finally opened my mouth and told what my next move was- bed. I explained how sorry I was to the visitors and gave everyone hugs and kisses (we are all going to see each other in 3 weeks for homecoming anyways, so it does not even matter) and sent them on their way.

Now, there are some people who can party all night, every night- I use to be one of them in college, running on empty was my style and my body could last for 2 weeks on sleep deprivation, but not anymore. One night a weekend because I want to be able to function the next day. I enjoy going to street fairs or art festivals on the weekend without feeling like I got hit with a truck by a hangover. Some people do not understand that. My friends from college who were visiting totally understood, they could see it in my face and respected me for it. But there are some people in this city who do not understand that I don't care to go out every night.

It is my life- and I can decide when I go out and what I deem as cool. Heres what happened (by the way, sorry for the extremely long post, it was a long weekend!): I have made this new friend, he is very nice and I enjoy talking with him, but what I do not enjoy nor appreciate is when I am peer pressured. I moved on from 7th grade. My dad was our peer pressure advisor in elementary school and did a very good job at teaching us to stand up for what we want to do.

I was laying in bed, basically passed out when my phone started vibrating. Typically, I set my phone on complete silence when I am sleeping so it does not wake me up, but since the visitors were out and about, I left it on just in case they needed me. But the vibration was not set off by one of my visiting friends, it was my new friend- he was at a bar down the street from where I was staying and wanted me to come out. I explained through text that I was exhausted and sorry, but there was no way I was going out. He proceeded to say "don't be a bum" and "just throw on some jeans." Now, 1 or 2 encouraging texts is fine- but when they keep coming, enough is enough for me. I do not care that everyone else is doing it and everyone else is having a great time- I needed my sleep and get very cranky when people stand in my way of getting it. No one can tell me what I think is cool or a good time other than myself- it is my life and I am a big girl, I can make my own decisions. Although all his texts were out of encouragement and he was just trying to get me to come out (it is nice being wanted, everyone knows that)- there comes a point where I just do not care and he tapped right on it.

Moral of my story:

Once you get out of college (or even still in college)- it is ok not to party hard every night. If theres something the next day that seems cooler- its ok not to stay out till the wee hours of the morning. Everyone likes different things and defines a good time in different ways- thats what makes the world go round.

Peace, Love and 8 hours of sleep,

B