i love the 90s.

one word for saturday night's "240 minutes" alt-rock party: WOW.

kenny totally outdid himself. he took a wholly original idea, brought it to life, executed it perfectly, and as a result - it was a total success. a bunch of us were dancing, singing, and having an amazing time that totally exceeded my expectations. definitely one of the best nights in richmond i've had in a long time.

i definitely wanted to keep the night going after last call, so i drunkenly invited about 20 people from cous cous to walk over to our apartment for continued revelry. it was both a good idea and a bad idea, as i got to hang out with people and have fun late into the night.. but awakening after 5 hours of sleep to find all the beer cans, bottles, and other detritus, along with the stale smell of cigarette smoke throughout the house, i slightly hated drunken phil.

sunday i was exhausted. i made it to brunch, which was oh-so-comforting.. then it was back home for an impromptu lord of the rings marathon on TNT. kenny and i finally left for dinner and then i went to empire for a little bit to show ian some love. i made the BAD decision of drinking a red bull. i was fully exhausted and ready for bed, but the red bull woke me up just enough that i tossed and turned in bed for a solid hour before falling asleep.

i have a lot of things keeping my brain spinning while i'm trying to sleep. i'm not sure where i'm heading career-wise, i'm not sure where i want to live city-wise, i'm not sure what the hell i'm doing girl-wise, and all the while, everyday i get a new facebook friend request from a long lost friend who is married and has kids and a house and i'm like HOLY SHIT I AM FUCKED. and yet, i know this thought is totally wrong and unfounded - i made my choices and i'm proud of all i've done to this point and wouldn't have done it any differently, but it's just a really weird time in my life to be stuck between these two defined phases - the life of a young idealist pursuing a dream vs. a settled life with less up in the air.

it's not that i want the settled life. the idea of owning a home and being stuck somewhere gives me chills. i don't think i could handle pet ownership let alone my own children right now. but i do want to have more figured out.. a little more security. stop living paycheck to paycheck. stop going to the same bars with the same people and talking about the same shit. i want to start new hobbies, meet new people, join a club, join a church, eat at a new restaurant, go to king's dominion.

the last one is extra serious. i want to go to king's dominion.

but i think i have to go on a weekend, which means brutal lines. anyone down for going to king's dominion on a sunday and hanging out in the hot sun?

little-known blog technique: when your blog starts getting too serious, mention local amusement parks to lighten the mood.

see, it worked!