This Saturday was not unlike last Saturday in that I awoke rather early, futzed around on YouTube, and around noon, was so tired I took a nap. This nap lasted a good four hours. It was like the sleepiness was slamming me into the pillows, and I couldn't get out of it.
That's another odd aspect of C-fF--that my gym routines hurt more than usual. I don't know what that's about unless it's that usually the alcohol dulls the post-workout pain.
In any event, I awoke around 4:00, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom so I would only have to vacuum and iron my work clothes for the week tomorrow, and decided to make a Macy's run to buy socks and bow ties, and hit up Whole Foods. However, the Chinese New Year's Day parade had other ideas, so after trying to find my way out of it, I settled on a quick Safeway run, and hailed an Uber home.
My Uber driver, who for all intents and purposes seemed to be straight, played ABBA for half of the ride. At first, I genuinely thought I was just hearing a car driving by randomly playing "The Winner Takes It All," but then I realized he had, like, the greatest hits on or something.
It takes me back to around this same time twenty years ago when I was living with Ray and Milo, the only two gay people at my entire fucking 10,000+ undergrad school who I'd seemed to have bonded with. Ray looked like a demonic Ricky Schroeder, and was into a lot of old gay stuff like ABBA, "Boys in the Band," and "Mommie Dearest." He was a vile sack of shit, too, and to really rub the salt in the wound, he was somewhat conventionally attractive, so didn't have much trouble landing the guys.
Admittedly, there were some good times had with the two of them, but Ray headed off to DC for an internship spring quarter, and by then, I'd befriended my new gothic/emo group of straight friends, and was more than ready to move on.
Back to the present, though, I did have at least two pangs today of wanting to quit C-fF and have a few sips of the sauce. It's amazing how they strike with such pointed insistence before I have to take a step back and tell myself, It's only two more weekends. Chill the fuck out.
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