detox

weekend update: i'm still here. my liver had a little chat with me on friday morning, telling me that if i didn't cut it out it would give me "serious problems." then it gave me a headache for the rest of the day so that i wouldn't forget. but alas, i took some aspirin and the headache disappeared, which was when i reached for the malibu (i WAS at a party and had not yet had a drink). i had a drink and a half, and then my liver woke up and kicked me in the stomach. then i felt like i was going to throw up so i stopped drinking. wow, i sound like an alcoholic, but really i'm not. it's just, you know when you've had an abundance of crazy (or at least drunken - ONLY drunken) nights in your week? it had been quite a long time since i'd been certifiably drunk (though not so long, now that i think about last weekend), and i felt bad coming to work hungover on friday. it's just that the people i was hanging out with were so nice - we all kept buying each other drinks, and how can you say no to that? and then when i reflected on my week, i remembered that i was also a little silly and intoxicated on tuesday. if i lived in a city where i didn't have to drive everywhere, going out two nights is no big deal. but in suburbia? i guess if i went out more on the week it wouldn't be such a big deal. maybe the part i feel bad about is that both times i went out and drank it was with someone i work with. anyhow last night i drove on purpose so that i wouldn't drink. i could be headed for a potentially complicated situation but i think i'll be fine so long as i stick to the new rules: must have college degree and passport.

god it's times like this when i really miss buenos aires. i am imagining it right now - i've just walked out the door on Republica de Indonesia and it doesn't really matter which direction i'm walking - the thing i am thinking about most is the atmosphere - you know how it's cool but not cold, and humid, like it's about to rain? there is something in the air - buenos aires, like any city, has its own distinct scent - and with it is some excitement, some expectation. i am probably on my way to meet up with my friends, the other blonde girls i hung out with. and we're headed to some posh little resto-bar in palermo hollywood - i am hoping to see felipe (or whomever, fill in the blank) or maybe meet someone else at whichever club we decide on afterwards. what is it that i miss about it? perhaps the infinite possibilities that exist for any day of the week there. perhaps it's that people are warmer there. perhaps it's that if i wanted to i could have had a date with a different person lined up for every night of the week (of course anything more serious was never in the cards for me). it is absolutely divino to be a young person in buenos aires.

of course let's not get nostalgic about it - while there i did have my complaints about the people i'd meet. but it does feel colder here. i don't know what it is - maybe the novelty of being a foreigner is why everyone seemed so warm, and here since i am NOT a foreigner i don't have any card to play. yeah, i guess the foreigner card i could always play to my advantage. but i had the unique talent of being able to pull it out whenever i wanted, and hide it just as quickly. i loved that i could blend in with the rest of the people there. could pass by on the street not unnoticed, but with my nationality unknown.

anyway, i'd better go to bed - i've been so unproductive this weekend (though have been alcohol-free for ah, a day now?) that i MUST get stuff done tomorrow (presidents day and no school! yay, paid holiday).