I'm currently sitting at my work, sweating lightly (way to go, Seattle! 63 degrees in a cause for celebration here), feeling slightly uncomfortable with the amount of steak tartare I just ate and sipping my third glass of rosé wine.
I love working at a French restaurant.
I also have to work in two hours so I better sober up here.
Life lately has consisted of 1) not running enough. 2) not having enough money 3) drinking away what money I do have.
Seriously. Friends keep coming into town, and I just keep ending up buying a fifth and reliving the 'good old times' with them into the wee hours of the night. Not good for my pocketbook, or my health (I have a chronic 'hangover cough.' Gross.), but great for memories. Or not remembering the night. Whatever.
What else is happening. Oh, yes. I am going back in time ten years and doing things like getting my driver's license. I know. Luckily, my boyfriend is also a non-driver, having grown up in urban Seattle and riding the city bus since he was seven years old (The only way to get to school, and there is a twenty-minute stop downtown in which he used to go grab free condoms from the needle exchange and make balloon animals out of them. Seattle kids, I tell ya.). So, we decided to start 'learning' how to drive together. I practiced for weeks and weeks (I drive like an old woman), while my boyfriend neglected to find anyone to teach him how to drive. The day of his test, with me scoffing at his claims that he is a 'natural' and doesn't need to practice, he gets into a car for the first time in half a decade. And, of course, he drives perfectly and proceeds to pass his test with minimal effort. Pfft.
Is it weird to feel jealous of someone you're dating? Maybe I am a more competitive person than I allow myself to believe, but I sometimes just get pissed off. I graduated college in three years and worked by butt off for a 3.6 or 3.5. My lovely manfriend took his time in college, partied as much as he wanted(I didn't touch a drop of alcohol until basically the last semester), didn't show up for half of his classes and still passed with close to a 4.0. Not fair.
Maybe he is just some sort of genius at not studying and driving cars perfectly, but it still bugs me.
Maybe it's just time for another glass of wine.
Here's my song of the moment, without further comment:
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