666monkey

OK, so I had a surreal weekend. Saturday, my GF and I talked about breaking up. She's so great, but I just don't seem to be doing 'relationship' very well right now. I'll probably get back there again someday, but I so feel like I am forcing myself right now, and that just isn't right. So we talked about that, which is a good thing. We decided that maybe we should break up, but not right now, which is confusing, but so is the rest of my life. Then we went on a spur of the moment motorcycle trip to the beach. 10 hours worth of there-and-back craziness. We didn't spend much time on the shore since we didn't get there until like 7 pm. I was reminded that I definitely like going where the crowd ISN'T. We managed to find a state beach that was not crowded as hell. At least we were on the beach in time for sunset. Sunday we woke up and my friend Keith wanted us to go to brunch at Little Havana, so we did, and got way too intoxicated. Then we hooked up with our drinking-club-with-a-running-problem, ran like drunken idiots through the woods, got bloody and sweaty and more drunk. Fortunately, we had a DD to cart us since it was all the way down in Annapolis. Keith ended up ditching his car and getting a ride home with somebody else. Probably that was the best move any of us made that weekend.