My weekend has come and nearly gone.  Here's what I got out of it...

Friday
I went to "First Friday" which is a stage for local galleries held at the downtown Las Vegas.  It's a place to meet friends, rejoice in the preservation and innovation of a historical neighborhood.  I've seen all sorts of art made my super creative artists.  So, what was so bad about it?  Well, I didn't know that wine is available along with cookies, biscotti and some other light snacks.  A friend of mine who invited me to go with her met with other people there as well and started drinking.  The whole thing that ruined that entire experience boiled down to "wine spirit".   

The art stuff already closed and she still wanted to paint the town red which I didn't sign up for.  She didn't wanna go home and it's late. She went with 3 other people who decided to go dancin' after. I'm not one to stay out late and I don't drink.  She knew that about me.  Besides, I have tennis early AM the next day and couple other appointments soon thereafter which she also knew before hand.

Long story short, I got so uncomfortable of her behaviour that I left and hitched a ride from someone else.  With how drunk she was, I don't think that she'd even realize the shit that came out of her mouth and some of her actions.  I asked a friend of hers how much a drunk would remember and I was told that they most likely wouldn't have recollection of it.  Ugh! 

I'm not used to her being drunk and that was the first time that I've seen her drunk.  I didn't like it and I choose not to be around it.  I have no problem with people drinking but when they do not know their limits, it's not very cool. 

Saturday
I played tennis for an hour then went home to pack.  I went to the spa and spent the night away from home to avoid phone calls and just have some time away from it all.

Sunday
Because of what happened Friday, I still carried mental and emotional baggage with me.  I was hurt and extremely disappointed.  Therefore, didn't have all that great of a weekend. 

Anyway, I got home this afternoon and decided that since the only thing I truly have control over is myself, I'll snap out of this rut and move on.  So, I then turned to my comfort zone --- work.  I worked on a newly assigned project and squeezed in some time to catch up with my reading. 

Monday will be a better day --- a new week, a new beginning....