"Sorry I didn't call last night. I've got a lot of nothing taking all my time. Some times motivation sinks deep in these couch cushions. Some times sleep is my best friend."
More often than not, I am fully aware of my lack of motivation. This is one of those songs that seems to play on loop in my brain in such instances. It is a Broadways song entitled "We'll Have A Party". It is by no coincidence that this blog is named after one of their songs and that they're one of my all-time favorite bands. Several times over the last several years, their music has always inspired me. Their songs have put a lot into perspective, too. Some times the inspiration is only enough to get me off the couch for an hour or two. Some times the perspective is enough to calm my occasional restlessness.
With the physical demand of work for eight hours at a time, I am running on overdrive after I clock out. Priorities consist of staying awake, coffee, cooking, spending little money and Robin. Some days can be romanticized (or rather, rationalized) as slow-paced, sleepy afternoons focusing on the little things. Filling ourselves to capacity with horror movies, Ramones tunes and a good home-cooked meal are, in fact, the little things that mean the world. I am truly happy with such outlets, but the financial strain on our lives can some times be quite frustrating.
Not to say that there haven't been shining moments, though.
Last Friday, Robin, myself, Frankie and Matty took a trip to McMinnville for the 13th annual UFO Fest. Traffic was a nightmare on the way there, but once we arrived, we were able to get an idea of what we were in for. It was mostly a street fair with school boosters hosting booths based around alien merchandise. Slightly disappointing, but we were really there for a speaker in the lecture hall who was an expert on the Roswell incident.
While everyone was eating pizza, I decided we should play a game. We tried to determine what "people" we saw were actually aliens in disguise. Turns out, there were quite a bit that I am truly convinced were aliens. You would have had to see it to believe it. It was entertaining albeit slightly off-putting. There was a girl there with an ICP sweatshirt over her Misfits fiend skull t-shirt. Definitely an alien.
Donald Schmitt, one of the leading experts on Roswell, gave an extremely entertaining and informative presention. I thought I knew all I needed to know about the entire incident, but I was wrong. There was quite a bit I had no clue of, not to mention the fact that he has actually spoken with witnesses that were there.
We had planned to return to the fest on Saturday, but Robin wound up having an incredibly shitty day at work. Beers becaome the number one priority. Mike and Heather invited us over for a cookout, so we scratched the plans for traveling to McMinnville again and opted for beers and grilled food. Cracking beers at 4:30pm on a Saturday is always a good idea. We sat around for hours drinking and talking and listening to music. We cooked up hamburgers and veggies and talked shit to each other. Smiles fueled by beer and sangria stretched for miles. Time seemed suspended with the sun still high in the sky. As I've mentioned before, they are two of my favorite people in the world and wiling away hours with them is always one of the best parts of the week.
That night, we went to sleep too late and the two of us had to get up for work too early. By the end of my shift on Sunday, I was drained. It was a good couple of late nights, but weariness set in and I wanted nothing more than a quiet night in. Sunday nights are easily one of my favorite days of the week for the simple fact that time slows down enough to decompress from the past few days. They are always spent with Robin, being lazy and relaxing.
Last night we journeyed across town to see Michull. His work schedule has been crazy busy as of late. We were finally able to synchronize our schedules enough to spend an evening with him, pampering our guts with bar food and ice cream. Although I was dead on my feet after work, I drank most of a pot of coffee and was good to go. Although it has been a few weeks since we last saw him, we picked up right where we left off. It was nice to get out and about without having to worry too much about spending money. A night like that is what Robin and I really needed.
I also found out that I over-payed on my surgery bill. I am entitled to a refund of over two hundred dollars. This is good news for me given the fact that Moshboy's wedding is two months away and I still need to buy a plane ticket, get a tux and book a hotel room. Any extra money will really help.
I look forward to the day when I am out from under the weight of debt. Gritting my teeth and being responsible will eventually pay off. Until then, I will continue to focus on the little things and take comfort in the fact that I am not alone in this. Robin is my partner in crime and we will carry on.