I get restless on Friday nights when I am home doing nothing. The whole concept of doing nothing really irritates every fragment in my body. So yesterday I was tittering between going out with friends, or staying in. To provoke the action of going out, I decided to go pump gas and get some cash from the atm. Both of which if done at 4pm, during the optimal time when everybody else seems to have the same plan, is a terrible deal.
Here I am pumping my gas, and I swear it took 20 minutes at least. The pumps were all slow, people were crowded backing in and out of stalls, trying to get to an open stall-
It all looked like a scene in a movie where gas was running out, and people were making desperate attempts to get some while they can.
The whole experience made me want to go home, take a shower, turn on the TV and veg out. Moving to Georgia has made me somewhat of a hermit. The normal things I like to do, all seem to have dissipated in thin air..for the most part, it's due to lack of companionship. Back in Cali, Milpitas, to be specific, I had my clan. I had folks I knew since pre-pubescent, folks that I can call up last minute to grab dinner or drinks.
Then when I up and moved to med school in the Caribbeans, it was awesome, every Friday I had something to do, somewhere to go, someone to do stuff last minute with.
Don't get me wrong, I have met some quality awesome folks here Georgia..but it's not the same..I feel hesitation calling someone I don't know very well to hangout last minute.. everything at this moment in my life needs a schedule to happen.
Last Minute Plans.. how I miss you..
Not so last Minute Plans..but close enough..I was able to go to see Radiohead at Lakewood Amphitheatre, enjoy an awsome show and drink a 24 oz Budlight.
