Dancing With Myself

Apparently a date with myself costs twenty bucks. Movie, popcorn, taquitos, and horchata. I have no clue how people date. Imagine doubling the bill. Probably more since no girl would be happy with just taquitos for dinner and a medium popcorn, right? Can't look like a cheap bastard and get the medium when clearly two people need a large bucket with free refills. Dating (other people) could be quite an expensive habit. I think I'll stick to personal movie nights.

I walked into tonight's movie as the previews were running. Not a soul was in the theatre (I checked the back row for hideaways) and I sat there thinking I paid ten dollars to sit by myself in a theatre? I wanted to light up a cigarette for the novelty but then decided against it because that would be so immature. Instead I took the best seat in the house and pretended like this was my personal theatre located in the catacombs of my soon to be had big baller mansion.

In unrelated news, today was my last day at the office -- I guess buying that mansion will have to wait. I officially quit Monday I guess but I was in there the last couple of days settling things. Long story short, many of the managers also quit and though parts of me wanted to stay, I think it was a good time leave. Sad really, how this story has played out. I was really thinking I would be doing this particular job for awhile. But things as they are, the company veered off in a different direction, lots of people came and left, and my heart just isn't in it anymore.

A large part of any work experience is the people and in that particular respect, the job was amazing. Everyone, from managers on down, was really great. So many interesting characters, perspectives, and life stories. I'm sad about leaving my team behind and I'm going to miss "my kids" but I think they'll be okay.

For me, the next move is just get back home, reconfigure a few things, and see what I want to do next. This weekend is New York for Greg and Caroline's wedding, which has been a long time coming. And then after that I think I'll move back to San Diego, and then possibly go to San Francisco and crash with George for awhile. I'm hoping that I can avoid normal work for a few months until summer hits and I can start traveling again. Winter is no time to be visiting the Midwest and East Coast, that's for damn sure.

I'm a little fearful I'll slip into the days of doing nothing again but I think I'll be motivated enough to try my hand at real freelancing, plus I have the book to revise and finish up. Ideally I'll just read, write, watch movies, and prepare for whatever comes my way next. So, who's got an open couch? I'm an excellent squatter.