WACC week.

Whoever said everything gets old at some point couldn't be more right. Alas, even the thing as exciting as recounting my adventures at work and outside, got boring after a while. Do not get me wrong, there's still tons of events happening on a weekly basis, but trying to keep track of all of them, attend them all plus having to work a twelve-hours days have taken a toll on me and I didn't feel like writing for a while.
In general, however, this past week or so has been very busy for me both at work and socially. I managed to go out five times in seven days and still somewhat function at work. Although "function" is too strong of a word to describe what I was actually doing there - it was more like being present at work and staring at my computer screen to create an illusion of some sort of performance on my part. I swear, my IQ dropped about ten points as a result of that...
So it all started this past Wednesday when my friends and I decided to go to DC after work. Well, after work miraculously turned into 11:30 p.m. as this was about the time I showed up. My friends were there already and apparently weren’t wasting any time getting wasted.
I tried to take it slow with drinks since I knew I had to be at work early the next day so therefore I decided to smoke a cigarette instead. None of my friends were smoking so I was mentally preparing to sharing a cigarette and a conversation with myself when another friend of mine popped out of the darkness. He told me later that he was trying to get himself a drink, but I figured since I ran into him he might as well keep me company outside. So he did. He actually tried to resist at first, but I told him it’d be one tiny little trip that won’t take more than five minutes. Well, took us more like fifteen. We had one smoke, then another, then were chatting in between. Not that he didn’t have fun. He was laughing his ass off most of the time as I was doing all the talking. And then he blamed me for smoking slowly! How on earth can I smoke and talk at the same time? I mean I am an awesome multitasker but I am not that talented. He did manage to bring me to tears at one point. He was telling me about a project he was working on for school that involved WACC ("weighted average cost of capital" concept in finance) when he mentioned the "wasted average cost of capital" instead. But honestly, given his condition at that point, it was more like a getting "wasted" concept he was working on. Although I definitely would like to find out how he calculated it and how he tested his calculations. I’ll have to ask him later. When we were done laughing, we finally got inside and spent the rest of the night dancing. It was all so fun much, until...
The next day I could barely get up from all the dancing we did the night before. I somehow got up (please note I didn’t say "wake up") and dragged my ass to work. I probably could've managed to sit at my desk all day and play a vegetable if it weren't for a meeting later that day. The worst part was, I had to do all the talking there when all I wanted to do was put my head on the table and take a nap. No pillow required. But thankfully, I managed to survive the day and even had time to take a little nap when I got home. Then I was off to Ray's house...
Latest news - we are sort of back together. We did have another drink after that memorable text message, and then ended up having sex. It was hot. Although somewhat uncomfortable given the location. However, now we are just sleeping together as opposed to whatever we were doing before. I figured it's just easier this way. Don't like the drama.
Anyhow, I made it to his house to catch up on wherever we left off the previous Sunday. And again, I didn't make it home until after 2 a.m.
If I thought Thursday was bad, it was heaven compared to Friday. It took me ten minutes in the morning to 1) realize that my alarm was going off, 2) realize that it wasn't going off in my dream, 3) open left eye, 4) open my right eye, 5) get up and hit snooze, 6) go back to sleep. I was up in ten minutes though, since the bastard went off again and I couldn't afford sleeping any longer - I can't be late for work for more than half an hour. I showed up at 10 a.m. Half an hour, an hour, who would notice, right? This time I actually had to take a lunch nap in my car. Honestly, that hour did wonders and although I didn't feel rested, I could at least walk straight and keep my eyes somewhat open and focused... That same evening, a friend of mine, R., invited me to a Tin Foil Party (oh, it better be good cause I don't like the name already), and since I bailed on him three times in the past, I had no choice but go this time. The party turned out to be one of those dorm parties where you drink and play video games. Although they didn't have enough alcohol. I did meet one or two cool people when we got there but they left soon after R. and I showed up. I got the business card though... We left pretty early (actually they kicked us out, which is kind of incomprehensible to me, since if you have to get up early, why throw a party at all). Since both of us didn't feel like going home, we went to eat first, and by the time we made it back it was after 3 a.m. Again. I was way to exhausted to drive home, so I just stayed there for the night...
Now, the funniest part. I have no recollection of Saturday. I know I had plans and I know it was exciting and I know I went out. I just have no idea what I did. Interesting. Must've had hell of a good time...
Oh well, maybe I'll remember it later.
Damn, I have to catch up with posts, otherwise I am losing so much of an important information that can be so useful for the future generation... Or it can be a warning for them too, depends how you look at it.

Head meet desk...Part II

So yesterday I met this guy I texted this past Saturday . He picked me up around 8 pm and we went to the bar I was actually unfamiliar with (shocker). It was kinda empty for a Thursday night, but I didn't expect it to be anymore packed since I've never even heard of this place. So the first thing I noticed about him was the fact that he got a new car (another shocker - that guy is crazy about gadgets, and if wants one, he gets one), and that he looked exactly the same as I remembered. Just as good as a year ago. Well, that just makes things harder. If he, for example, gained twenty pounds, I would've felt better, but we can never get what we want, can we? We had a few beers and spent the rest of the night chatting about old times and some recent events. He seemed the same as when I left him, but there was one thing that I noticed when we stepped outside for a cigarette - he was nervous. When he shouldn't have been. I mean, you don't really get nervous after you've spent more than two years with somebody, even though you haven't seen them for a while. Or do you? He definitely was. Random questions, abrupt gestures, you name it - he did it. I thought it was funny considering the fact that he never seemed nervous when we were together. Except for our first night together... but that is acceptable and totally understandable. I would be too... if I had fewer drinks.
Anyhow, after three hours or so of drinking, I decided it was time to head home since I had to work the next day. Honestly speaking, I was waiting for him to bring up the past, but he didn't mention anything and I was actually hoping we are just going to leave it at that and write off my text message as a stupid prank. Wishful thinking... He drove me home first and then I stayed in his car for another ten minutes to finish up my cigarette. I was about to leave when he finally asked, "Are you sure you have to go?". "No, but I better go." And it was the truth - I wanted to stay more than ever but I knew that if I do, we'll be back right where we started. So I wished him good night and headed home.
I got up the next morning convinced I made the right decision. My phone didn't think so though. I had one new text message, "Not even one kiss..." I have to admit it made me smile. I knew it was wrong, but I was relieved to know his thoughts were going in the same direction as mine, even though the sign should have read, "Do not enter. High voltage." I spent the rest of the day pondering whether I should reply, and at the end wrote, "Have one more drink and maybe there will be another kiss."
And I left it at that. I didn't say Yes, didn't say No but I left the door slightly open...

A short update.

So here's what happened in the past to days. I kept my word and ignored the message I received this past Sunday. However, I think he decided to be percistent for a change (!!!) and texted me again yesterday asking if I would like to go out for drinks Thursday night. Me, honestly trying not to read into it anything, said "Yes." He then said he was going to pick me up and we'll go out and catch up. He also followed up today to go over the details of our encounter. I told him I don't care where we go and that he can pick a place. Because I really don't. I am more interested to see how things will develop on Thursday.

Until then, then. Will write more as soon as I find out anything, or more like when I see what happens.

Head, meet desk.

Seriously, someone needs to take my phone away from me when I am driving home after a night out. The night started out slowly and I actually didn't feel like going anywhere since it started pouring, so I decided to go to my favorite bar, have a beer or two and do some crowd-watching. I have to admit I never ventured out alone anywhere, but I figured it would be a nice thing to try out, just to see how it feels. Well, it was awesome. It was three-quarters full when I got there so I didn't have any trouble finding an empty chair by the bar. One of the bartenders striked up a conversation with me and we ended up chatting with him and another girl for about fifteen minutes. You know, it's so fascinating to eavesdrop on a conversation. I mean, technically I wasn't snooping around, they were fully aware I was there following their dialogue. It was just really funny listening to them talk about customers and different things they see throughout their shift. As in, I am the customer, so really, they are talking about me but I get to sit in and listen to what they have to say. Or how they talk about their job and bosses and having to stay until 4 am (did you know bartenders have to stay extra two - two and a half hours after closing to clean up and for inventory? Unbelievable). Anyhow, it was great until I decided to smoke a cigarette. That's where things went downhill. I was about to walk out to a patio but then saw two guys approaching me. One of them asked if I had a spare and since my pack was outside I couldn't say No. So he asked if he could go outside with me. Sure, I could care less. I was hoping things would end there. But no. He asked me all the standard things and pretty much was trying to make a conversation. I don't know what exactly about my expression told him "interested" because I was bored out of my mind. Then they invited me over to watch "Borat". At that point I excused myself and went inside. There I saw my bartenders so I made my way over and inquired if I could sit with them for a few minutes until the unpleasant guys left. They totally understood and we spent another ten minutes chatting. I think all in all I had about six or seven beers in a little over than two hours. However, I only got charged for four, so I cannot be sure. But it was definitely more than I needed. I headed home soon thereafter but instead decided to go for a ride. As I drove through the rain, I decided to text my ex whom I haven't spoken to for a while, if you don't count the New Year message. The very strange message. I asked him one of the simplest things "What you doing?" What any normal person can possibly be doing at 3 am? The correct answer is "Sleeping". I just wanted to get laid. I also didn't get a reply which I think was for the best...

I woke up this morning (my morning starts around 2 pm on weekends), and saw a message from him. C'mon, why couldn't he just ignore it? It read "Thinking about the old times." Very sleek. Now I will ignore it instead. Hopefully I'll be able to overlook it altogether...