that weekend magic

don't get me wrong, i love my weekends. i mean any day where i don't actually have to work is always good. but lately weekends have also been getting boring. so much so that it's almost losing it's magic so to speak.

maybe i need to shake things up. my weekends have been rather predictable. i do pretty much the same thing week after week. such that i can hardly remember what i did last week or if what i did was the week before or maybe the week before that.

it's almost always partying. and i usually hang out with my party girl and the yummy mommy. and we usually go to the same places. we usually drink the same drinks. what might change is how tipsy i get, or if i give some random guy my number, or if i wind up kissing some guy.

but what doesn't change after that is what i feel. which basically is almost nothing. i'm pretty much numb. don't remember random guy's name? who cares. random guy doesn't call? who cares? kissed some guy? oops... but okay that was nice. what's next?

this weekend was my party's girl's friend's birthday. but before that i met up with the australian lesbian and her group of girl friends for some free flow of champagne. i'm guessing none of 'em are actually fully straight. but they are fun to be with. and some of these girls are seriously gorgeous though i'm not swinging that way. somehow i find myself being reminded of the time when charlotte from sex and the city started hanging out with these lesbians...

the birthday party was pretty fun. i kept pouring myself glasses of vodka cranberry / lime / redbull where half the glass was vodka and announcing that i was still too sober. then came the shots... 4 in a row to be exact. and yet i was still too sober. but i did find myself talking to this asian guy who seemed nice enough. i think i nicknamed him nemo 'coz his work had something to do with fishes. he asked for my number which i gave to him. and then he got me a taxi which i thought was nice. lately i've been learning to appreciate that gesture instead of immediately thinking how on earth did they think i got home all these years without a man to get me a taxi.

admittedly i did have a nice time. but all the same i was sorta bored. it's almost like i like things to be crazy in order to have fun. a quiet night of fun? doesn't exactly work for me. which is probably kinda scary. do i have to be 'destructive' in order to have fun?