In speaking with a friend of mine on gchat just now, it occurred to me that I have no plans this coming Saturday night. It gave me pause. I can't remember the last time that I had a free night (ESPECIALLY one of the weekend variety).
In fact, I often have to sit and focus on nothing to remember being at my apartment and not at a party or someone else's apartment or a movie or a broadway show or an animals' rights rally.
I mean, sure, I have plans Friday night, Saturday morning, Saturday afternoon, Sunday day and Sunday night... but all of those plans only made the gaping Saturday night hole all the more prominent. One of these groups of hours is not like the other.
What was going on? Was my Google calendar broken? What could it be? I wondered. Are my friends avoiding me? Have I done something to lose favor with those I spend my time with? What was I doing wrong? HAD I BECOME A SOCIAL LEPER?
And then it occurred to me: none of my Facebook friends have done anything noteworthy this week.
My past god-knows-how-many-weekends have been chock full of other people's birthdays, housewarming parties, stand up comedy performances, anniversaries, bris-es, bar mitzvahs, and valentine's day dinner parties.
So there you go! It's not that I'm any less popular. Noooo. It's that my friends are losers this week! Come on guys! Get it together! Does no one have a half-birthday? Did no one lose their virginity? Someone SOMEWHERE must be in the mood to throw a pimps and hos or priests and altar boys party!
No? Anyone? Come on man. Seriously. You can always fabricate a reason to go out, get drunk, and do regrettable things. I'm ashamed of your lack of creativity.
Also, I don't want to go home. I mean, sure, I spend thousands of dollars a year on DVDs, Blu-Rays, and video games that I have yet to even remove from their plastic wrapping... but who cares? Not I! I want to go out and spend MORE money. I can stay home when I'm sick (which will no doubt happen from partying non-stop... but enough of that.)
Oh, good. I just got invited to get trashed and ride a mechanical bull on the Lower East Side.
Potential for embarrassment? Check.
Oh you KNOW I'm there.