Spring Forward

I'm back from another weekend. But this one was weird because of the whole time change thing. I feel like yesterday went by in a blur, before I knew it I was forcing myself to sleep.

Friday night I went to dinner with my girl Marla. It was good to recap. We then went to Level, one of the newer hotspots in the Ridge. What's funny is that the people in the Bay Ridge bars seem to always stay the same. No matter how often or not that I go out there, we always wind up seeing the same group of guys from high school. It's weird. It seems they are getting older and the girls are getting younger. I feel like if I'm there, and they are there, there's something wrong with this picture. I mean I know I've moved on, moved out of the ridge, gotten a life of some sort. But these guys? And these poor girls have no idea and think they are meeting some kind of sophisticated older man. Meanwhile they are just meeting the losers and rejects who can't seem to get a life.

Saturday night was the bookclub meeting in Hoboken. I've never been to Hoboken before. Cute little town but it did remind me a bit of Bay Ridge. I feel like every cutesy little town reminds me of bay ridge. We had a great, if not quick, dinner at Margheritas. Awesome Italian food and BYOB, which I thought included soda, so I came with Brooklyn lager and two bottles of coke in tow. Seriously I have some blond moments. The dinner was so much and so quick that it made me literally sick. But it was deee-licious. I would like to go back for a more leisurely dinner.

After dinner we had time to kill and hit up a bar where we played pool. That's where we met Gina. Gina was standing by the bathroom watching us play, then felt compelled to coach us, then felt compelled to join us. I don't know what exactly about us made us scream for an extra, unknown, player but she was there nonetheless. I had to admire her fearlessness. Here we were, possibly the worst pool players in the world (or so we thought, but with some booze and gina helping us we got better) and she wanted to befriend us.

We then trekked back to the city to the bitter end to see some live music, aka, Rutt. He always provides good tunes. We hung around at Peculiar Pub afterwards and I almost felt like I was an NYU student. Maybe for a split second and then it passed. I took the train home in the pouring rain at about 1:30. I'm glad I was somewhat sober otherwise I feel like it could have been a bad experience.

Yesterday was a blur at the Roosevelt Field mall. I wanted to shop but felt too tired. And here I am. I wonder what happened to that hour we gave up? It's so funny how we can just manipulate time. Don't you think? Like I wonder what could have happened in that extra hour that I sacrificed to daylight savings. Probably nothing but how will I ever know?

I guess that's it for now. Nothing too exciting. I have that Omarion song in my head "Icebox". You know it? The hook says "I have an icebox where my heart used to be....". It gets me thinking. Maybe I have an icebox where my heart used to be? That might explain why I find it so hard to feel anything these days. It's hard to feel angry or sad or even happy. I've had the life sucked out of me. I'm kind of numb. It's not good, I know it. But maybe with the warmer weather the icebox will start to melt. I hope so. This is going nowhere fast. Or maybe I just really like the song so I want to pretend to have an icebox where my heart used to be? I'm just talking out of my behind right now. Feeling crazy for a Monday. Peace out.