This past weekend, I had my first night out post end of a relationship. The relationship ended weeks ago but I wasn't in the frame of mind to party or be exceedingly social. Don't worry, I didn't hole myself into my flat, I spent a fair amount of time with my family or one-on-one time with close friends.
At first I was in denial.
Followed by sad.
Then I got irritated.
And recently? I decided to be happy.
I grabbed my two Seattle partner's in crime and told them I needed to go out. We started in the late evening and rotated between straight and gay bars to ultimately end up dancing.
It was everything I could have wished for ...
I was with friends...
I was casually cute and with curled hair...
I was feeling confident in who I was.
We starting dancing and within 30 mins I was alone. One friend went home and the other had connected with a cute boy I introduced her to ("Have you met my friend...") and was off with him.
There I was...
Alone.
In the middle of the dance floor.
So I danced.
I danced past midnight.
I danced until nearly 1am.
And then I called him. Baby steps.
But at least I danced.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
The Breakfast Club
In the neighborhood of Lake Wood, an area I wouldn't normally visit, sits The Breakfast Club called out only by the sign out front saying "Cafe". It is what you would imagine from a hole in the wall for locals only joint; the walls are covered in photos, the table has a slight stickiness and your coffee cup is never empty.
Elyse had stopped in here a time before and swore they had the best hollandaise sauce ever and I never say no to breakfast food.
For a small penny, we received huge plates of breakfast that included delicious breakfast potatoes. And don't forget the coffee, I lost track of how much I drank but I never saw the bottom of the cup. Unfortunately, Elyse was stuck with my singing and dancing all the way back home after breakfast.
I looked a bit like this...
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