I Hate Sundays

I hate Sundays! Nothing really good comes of these days....typically every Sunday has the same routine: sleep late, go visit some family member or friend I feel I've neglected (today it was Andy's sister and her family, last weekend it was my grandpa), come home, Andy leaves for work and I watch tv, around 8pm I become furious with myself because I haven't put much thought into lessons for the week so I frantically plan enough to at least get my through Monday, around 10 I get mad at myself for not cleaning so I usually end up cleaning the bathroom and doing laundry until about midnight, then I go to bed hating the fact that tomorrow is Monday.

Anyway, at least I had a fabulous Saturday! I hadn't been out to a bar other than the Dinkytowner in a while, so last night Andy, his friend Nate, and I met my cousin Laurie, and a couple of her friends at the Lodge in Minneapolis. This was a great bar...good live music, good group of people, good long islands...the only thing I hated was the enormous line we had to wait in before getting inside and the $6 cover! Once I got past that I had a great time! Of course we ended up at the Dinkytowner for some late night pool and cheese curds! :) Oh, and one of my worst nightmares almost came true last night! We were in an elevator in the parking garage with about a gazillion other people...the doors shut and we weren't moving. Since the majority of us were drunk it took us a while to realize that we were going nowhere...so eventually someone hit the door open button and the doors wouldn't open!!! We were totally stuck! I seriously almost went into panic mode...I had to pee sooooo badly and there were sooo many people in that elevator I couldn't imagine having to wait a couple of hours for them to fix the damn thing. Anyway, some guy up front pried the doors open, we switched elevators, and all was well. But can you imagine if we had actually gotten stuck?!

Okay...moving on. I'm slightly sad that I can't go out and party like I used to....I just don't have that same passion for going out and partying! Back in my Winona days I'd be sad if I didn't go out Thursday, Friday, and Saturday...now it's amazing if I even make it out on a Saturday night. I just don't enjoy the whole bar scene as much as I used to. Most of the time I'd prefer a low key bar where I can sit and talk to friends. Man, totally a sign of getting old. I really should be out at new bars, enjoying it while I can! All the bars I enjoy have a rather young clientele...I have no idea where older people go and hang out!! I never want to be one of those 30 year olds out a bar with college kids....they look way too ridiculous. Oh well, hopefully I've got a good couple partying years left in me before I settle down! :)

Alright, back to my regular Sunday routine...I'm off to finish the laundry and clean up a bit before bed....how exciting...