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I was lying in bed Saturday night finishing my champagne, when i got a text from I. "We're at Kater". It took me less than an hour to get showered, dressed, made up and onto the dancefloor. Normally i wouldn't read a text at 1am, much less come running, but Kater is special. And it was even more special going there and meeting up with I, M and some other familiar faces. Although it has "officially-ish" opened now, it's still pretty quiet. Soon after the sun rose on Monday morning most of the club disappeared and it ended up just being about 30 of us sitting out on the deck listening to dub and space disco and amazing deep house. A few of the usual suspects popped in and out during the day for a beer, or a slice of watermelon, or to dance under the sprinklers, or just to hang out in the sun and watch the boats go by. It was an absolutely fabulous day, and by the early afternoon i realized i was going to be too trashed to make it into work and still be productive Monday. So i flicked the switch in my head and continued relaxing till around midnight, when the Sunday night crowd started to fill the place back up, then headed home before i wrecked Tuesday too.

I don't really feel guilty about calling in sick. Weekends like these put my whole life back into perspective. Just when i am getting burnt out at work, just when i start feeling numb and disconnected, spending a day at my favorite place in the world reminds me what life is all about. I was much happier in the office today. To hear this sort of music... To be able to chill out in such a beautiful place surrounded by happy people... To drink and smoke and dance and forget everything else in the world... I don't know what i would do without this. Going clubbing for a few hours in other countries used to make me happy, but this is a whole nother level.

I made a little resolution while i was there to try to go a week without drinking after work. This is day two (not that yesterday's recovery day really counted). It's not even 8pm now and i am at a loss for what to do. I really fucking want a drink. I don't even know why. My evening feels sort of empty without it. Of course, that was the whole point. If i'm sitting around with nothing to do in the evenings, maybe i will get off my ass to do the things i keep wanting to do but never getting round to. We'll see how it pans out. In Canada i tried to do this a few times and by day three i'd break down and get completely hammered.

Still, without going out and remembering what truly makes me happy i probably wouldn't even have tried.

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