Self-imposed seclusion: Day 5 - Rees takes a trip
No woman is an island, right? Right. So on Day 5 I decided to take a short road trip and visit my friend in DC. For the last week I haven't been able to bring myself to interact with the people that are the closest to me in my life, so the only proper thing to do was to get drunk with relative strangers and one old friend. Sometimes existing in relative anonymity is the only way to put up with oneself.
So Saturday afternoon I hit the road. What better way to forget all your troubles, and forget all your cares than to go to downtown DC?
The good thing about this particular friend is that we can go months without seeing each other, or even talking that much, and then come together on random occurrences and have an absolute BLAST. Ranking #1 in our favorite evenings together is the night that we went dancing and ended up picking up an entire British soccer team. So when I emailed her last Wednesday saying that I needed to escape she was all about having me come visit.
There is an interesting phenomenon that happens when one hangs out with a group total strangers of the opposite sex - you become the "new girl". Essentially, fresh meat. You suddenly possess a dazzling charm that is new to the already-established-and-bored-with-each-other social circle. Every guy wants to hit on you, buy you drinks, and hopes for a chance to hookup at the end of the night.
Needless to say, it's GREAT for the ol' ego.
And for me, the timing couldn't be better. It had been a while since I had really engaged in the act of true flirtation, and feeling pretty last night was just what the doctor ordered. I was asked out three times, didn't pay for a single drink, and woke up in the very comfortable bed of a guy who I had seen from afar and pegged as delicious before I even knew that he was with our group.
(Don't let your imaginations run too wild with that last piece of info, all of you know that at her core Rees is a lady. But I will say that he was a Very. Good. Kisser.)
On the way home this afternoon I was anxious to get back to my seclusion. I was bone tired (oops, Freudian slip) and wanting to keep up with my serious life thinking. Which, by the way, is going swimmingly. Thanks to all for your support and encouragement as I travel down this road. I'm feeling great and excited about what is to come in my life, even though I'm not nearly through ironing out the details.
In short, this mini-vacay was a great getaway.
Oh, and I was lucky enough to catch the last day of the Post Secret Exhibit this afternoon in Georgetown - absolutely amazing.
So Saturday afternoon I hit the road. What better way to forget all your troubles, and forget all your cares than to go to downtown DC?
The good thing about this particular friend is that we can go months without seeing each other, or even talking that much, and then come together on random occurrences and have an absolute BLAST. Ranking #1 in our favorite evenings together is the night that we went dancing and ended up picking up an entire British soccer team. So when I emailed her last Wednesday saying that I needed to escape she was all about having me come visit.
There is an interesting phenomenon that happens when one hangs out with a group total strangers of the opposite sex - you become the "new girl". Essentially, fresh meat. You suddenly possess a dazzling charm that is new to the already-established-and-bored-with-each-other social circle. Every guy wants to hit on you, buy you drinks, and hopes for a chance to hookup at the end of the night.
Needless to say, it's GREAT for the ol' ego.
And for me, the timing couldn't be better. It had been a while since I had really engaged in the act of true flirtation, and feeling pretty last night was just what the doctor ordered. I was asked out three times, didn't pay for a single drink, and woke up in the very comfortable bed of a guy who I had seen from afar and pegged as delicious before I even knew that he was with our group.
(Don't let your imaginations run too wild with that last piece of info, all of you know that at her core Rees is a lady. But I will say that he was a Very. Good. Kisser.)
On the way home this afternoon I was anxious to get back to my seclusion. I was bone tired (oops, Freudian slip) and wanting to keep up with my serious life thinking. Which, by the way, is going swimmingly. Thanks to all for your support and encouragement as I travel down this road. I'm feeling great and excited about what is to come in my life, even though I'm not nearly through ironing out the details.
In short, this mini-vacay was a great getaway.
Oh, and I was lucky enough to catch the last day of the Post Secret Exhibit this afternoon in Georgetown - absolutely amazing.
posted by Erin at
7:39 PM
1 Comments:
Ack! How did I miss that part of the evening???
The sooner you can come back and visit, the better. I'll have a post up tomorrow, recapping as well.
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