ridicully | Entries tagged with evenings out

I went with option a yesterday, an evening out with some people from the clinic. I came back home at 5:30, which is actually the latest I can remember coming home, without staying over, ever.
Now, I don't think I mentioned it in the facts-about-me entry, but I don't drink alcohol at all. I don't like the taste and my grasp of reality is shaky enough when I'm sober. But I don't mind people drinking around me ~~as it provides me with good blackmail material.~~ and am quite happy to be the designated driver.
This made for a fun evening for me. (Of course, the Stupid Crush being there as well put a bit of a damper on my mood, because I needed to reign in the idiotic part of my brain that's forever mooning over him. It got its revenge in my dreams tonight, but as long as I'm not making a fool of myself in public over it I can cope with that.)
I really like watching people and we were a big enough group that I could do so without having to take part in the going ons to entertain the others. I did my part of that on the way from location one to location two because the pavement was covered in ... black ice (? hope this is right, it's what google tells me) an we were sliding toward our goal. Being the easily amused kind of person I am, I was running and slipping all over the place.

Normally, I don't dance (because I do so very, very badly) but after everyone was well after their 8th Cuba Libre and nagging me to dance with them, I reckoned no one would even notice my twitching. Also, the music was not particularly good so nearly everyone made of fool of themselves trying to dance.
Still, dancing is not something that makes an evening particularly fun for me. Watching others dance is much better.

This is one time of being social this month. Next week: A trip to a museum.
(I don't really make resolutions. But I like to count what I'm doing better than last year as long as it lasts).

There are 11 people in this flat right now, two dogs and a cat. And I am the only one of them that is awake. (Ok, I think I saw one of the dogs twitch earlier).
Following my tradition of not doing much at NYE, I went to bed yesterday at 9, slept until Midnight, did the requisite phone-calls and then slept until the flatmates and the guests came back from the Brandenburg Gate. Then it was talking, Bleigießen, food and just general hanging around until about 3, when the flatmates decided to go to bed. The guests decided that bed wasn't as exiting an idea as playing Singstar for a few hours. And I decided that with over ten people wanting a use of the bathroom this morning maybe taking a shower in the middle of the night would be a good idea.
All in all, not the most traditional of NYE setups but it was fun.

As can probably be seen by the verboseness of the previous paragraph, my sort-of new-years-resolution is to use my LJ more. Because my memory is a fickle thing and my life is speeding by me at the moment and if I don't try to preserve at least the fleeting impression and titits I tend to write about here, I'll hit 30 soon and have no idea how that happened.

Since I haven't written a proper entry in hell-knows how long and I seem to remember at least one person (maybe hammond?) commenting on how they still feel like a stalker reading my journal, I've decided to do a bit of a combination of the "Random facts about me"-meme and an introduction-post.

So, behind the cut, you'll find sense and nonsense about the person known as

ridicully. Which cut? ( This cut )

Typing this only took about 7 hours, interspaced with breakfast, seeing of the guests, tidying the flat, fearing the ringtone of my mobile and one gastric torsion (I'm on call for surgical emergencies). Now, let's see if I'll keep up with this making more entries thing.

Ridiculous Ramblings, Really

Vita brevis, ars longa, occasio praeceps

If I'd I known what a bad influence my colleagues were, I'd joined them much earlier

New Year. I hope it'll be a good one.

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