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January 29, 2007

the doldrum's depths, SuperJennifer Dance Party 3000

On days like today it's hard to think of something to blog about, much less go to work. The past two months I've been withdrawn, moody, and elated at the same time. It's the seasonal blues I get this time of year, only perceptable when I come out of a funk and look back at how I was feeling. But you can't detect when you're in the bottom of a funk until you get out of it. Hard to get out of my warm comfy bed, hard to get to the gym. The depression meds have helped moderate things a bit, but even the drugs and happy lights aren't strong enough to mask all of it.

So I am glad I listened to my friend Steve (at right) when he said, "Schedule this vacation now, before you're too depressed to do it later!" And he was right. I had the foresight to schedule a trip to Costa Rica for a week in February, and I can't wait. Look for the fishbelly white spot on the Google world map when I get there. Flights to Tucson are always relatively cheap too, and I have a week off for spring break in March. We'll see how batty I'm feeling by then.

yep, my type indeedHomer asks: "Do you have a type?". Predictably, yes, so much so that close friends know how to pick 'em for me quite accurately. Personality and intellect is just as important, but it's hard to get the physical and mental to join up in one person, especially in clean-cut and conformist DC. I've really, really tried to go outside of type in the past year, and have had some really nice dates and opportunities, but I just can't beat the beast who gets his crank turned by some fur and rugged looks. Like a Rice Queen so entrenched in his Asians that he sees nothing else, I'm admittedly just as shallow in my need for fur and woof. I've tried to fight it but I think I just have to be honest with myself that it is what I like. There have been exceptions of course, but they are rare, and I'm not counting out being surprised one day by falling in love with a smooth spindly wisp of a thing. Another determinant is that I think I like the outsider type of guys, ones who don't always swim with the school. A bit freaky but able to associate with other people, but definitely has his opinions about things. And again, looking like the man to the left or Mike Rowe wouldn't hurt a bit.

I was on my best behavior Friday evening for Sqwurl's birthday dinner. I warned him in advance that Lauriol Plaza would be packed on a Friday evening, but even my most jaded predictions about how packed it would be were surpassed as it was a wall-to-wall Super-Jennifer* Dance Party 3000, none of them yet seated, most of them drunk and screechy. Deep inside I was gnashing but on the outside I was all smiles, and surprised at my ability to present such a front. Well, maybe my eyes were bugging out a bit. Someone wisely suggested that a restaurant east of 14th Street would be Jennifer-free, as they fear to tread there, and it was generally true. But there was still a 2-hour wait, made easier by the strongest margaritas I've ever had, hands-down, not even in Mexico have they been stronger. So by the time we were seated I was absolutely wasted. Then the Mexican food plus all the citrusy margarita mix gave me some bad acid indigestion that plagued me all night. Needless to say nothing much got done this weekend as I recovered and rested in my warm basement.

*A Jennifer: A rude, obnoxious, usually monied or spoiled female child of the upper middle class or upper class, who haunts city nightlife. Always seen with body-bag sized handbags and a propensity for inherited Botox face. Can't walk in heels, yet aspires to stilettos. The Bush Twins are Jennifers. Jennifers do not go to my gym, they go up north; the women at my gym could break a Jennifer by poking her with a celery stick, or that 20 lb. dumbbell. Wikipedia 'Jennifer' entry by Carl.

Posted by jimbo at January 29, 2007 4:46 PM

Comments

You didn't face plant during dinner, that was good, because those plates would have made your beard really burn.

Yeah, your type is easy to spot. Just remember that liking one thing is not a value judgment of anything else. In fact, everyone should remember that.

Posted by: copperred at January 30, 2007 9:24 AM

So I'm coming back to DC, for good this time, or at least for now. I'll do my best to keep you out of the winter doldrums. Um, 'cept by the time I'm there, it'll be summer...

Oh well. Next year will be better.

Posted by: Chad at January 30, 2007 10:12 AM

Costa Rica is awesome. Stayed in Quepos, place called Casa Blanca, had a really nice apt with a pool right outside. Villa Roca had a great infinity pool and its gay owned and operated. Did the Manuel Antonio Nat'l Park. You must do whitewater rafting and the zipline through the tops of the forest. Arenal volcano was ok, the ride there in the 4wheel drive was more fun. If your staying in Quepos make sure you eat at Barba Roja. YUM. I also like guys with a edge. EWWW Lauriol Plaza D.C = Cheesecake Factory VA but with a Latin flavor and no cheesecake.

John in Arlington

Posted by: John in Arlington at January 30, 2007 12:14 PM

I'm feeling the exact same way this month, except I'm by turns cranky, crabby, sad, paranoid, blue, bored and anxious. I planned some vacations, but they're just too far off to alleviate the current mood(s).

I'm just gonna sit and stew for a while, I guess.

Posted by: Mark at January 30, 2007 1:26 PM

Brother I know what you mean... my meds are helping but the 5 hours of sleep is killing me. I'm a robot that goes from school to grad school to sitting at computer doing homework and repeat repeat repeat. I do get occasional trips to the gym where I force myself and get a momentary spike of energy but then I am dead after class and can't sleep despite the exhaustion. BLAAAAAAAAAh. I hate grad school and can't wait to be done. I need a happy light. I saw sunlight through the windows at school today - none on my face itself!

On the upside, we are going to Puerto Rico for a whole week in April and I may never come back! :-P

HUGS

P.S. That guy's fur and chest are sooooo hot. I also love the bear from A & E's Sell this House... he's even stockier than I normally like, but you know Carl, I have a thing for redheads :-P

Posted by: TOS at January 30, 2007 9:32 PM

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