December 18, 2001
Ugh. What an exhausting weekend. Here it is Tuesday afternoon, and I'm still dragging my sorry ass about in slow motion. Friday night, I decided to hook my turntable up to my computer, so I could listen to a stack of vinyl while yakking away in 3WA chat. I had some grandiose plans of doing some song ripping from the records at the same time, but chose to sit and do some chair dancing instead. (See: 37 year old man flexing cheeks, waving arms and tapping feet to the beat of the music, whilst remaining in his computer chair. Not a pretty sight, but I was alone in the office apart from the occasional feline intruder.) I lost all track of time, nattering away with the folks in the chat room and spinning the wax tracks. Before too long, it was 3:30am and I realized how tired I actually was. The power of beer had compelled me at bit too. I hit the sheets and promptly fell asleep. Sometime before dawn, in my sub/un-conscious state, I rolled over to avoid a cat and ended up on the floor. I made a rather heavy and loud *thud* when my body hit the hardwood. Owie. Crawled back into bed, muttering incoherently, and fell right back into zzz mode.
Saturday was Lisa's work Christmas party. They hold it at the Park Hyatt in downtown Toronto and provide free accomodation to anyone in the company who wants to stay the night there. We had to hit one of the malls before the party so that Lisa could get her hair all bouffed up by her stylist. I dumped her at the door, then spent 10 minutes driving around the mall to an area of the parking lot where I knew there would be an empty spot, all the while manouvering around the many parking lot vultures circling for spots closer to the mall. Made it through that adventure and we were off to the hotel. Checked into our room (2 double beds? Hello, we ordered a king size! And what's with these posted room rates? $600 /night? Yowsa. Do cherubim fly into the room in the morning to wake you for that price or what?) changed into the partywear and were off. After drinks, we all meandered to our tables for a moderately palatable dinner that took the hotel staff 3 hours to serve all the courses.
Finally, at 10:00, the d.j. started playing the tunes. He didn't do too bad a job either, as I spent a large portion of the next 3 hours up on the dance floor. When I dance, I dance. None of this staying in one spot, limply waiving arms and legs about for me. I'm all over the floor, moving my body to the songs as the beat requires. I'm good though. I'm not Chandler Bing. Mostly. Woke up on Sunday remarkably hangover-free, which was a pleasant change from the previous year's party. Met the folks from Lisa's department for breakfast around the corner from the hotel, did a smidgen of Christmas shopping and headed home. Around 3:00pm, both of us hit a wall physically and had to take a nap. Got up to have supper and faded again by 9:00pm.
Monday morning, the whole weekend took it's toll on my body, from the floor slapping fun of Friday night to the disco renderings on Saturday. Aches and pains all over, barely able to function at work. Finally caught a first wind in the afternoon, only to snuff it out by heading out to another mall after work to run a couple of errands. For the second night in a row, I was in bed at 9:00 and ready to sleep.
Today I am still physically sore, but more from the fall out of bed than the dancing. My left shoulder and upper arm ache, and my left knee feels bruised under the skin. I am still dog tired, but have to stay awake tonight for as long as it takes to do a couple of loads of laundry. And do the dishes. And change the cat litter.
(I'm so domesticated, it's sickening.)
Christmas vacation starts in 3 days. 2 weeks off work. Sleeping in on weekdays. Luxury. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to crawl under my desk for a nap.