Living the Non-Social Life

Friday night. The weekend is here, and TGIF! Just a couple of days, and then back to the grind again. But forget that now. Head to the bar. Go out with friends. Live up the social life, and here in the country-side, there are plenty of bars, diners, and woods, where some locals like to get high because there is nothing else to do, not unless you count cow-tipping. But it's Friday night, and where am I?

Snuggled in, shrugging off the longest day of the week, and ready to say good-night. I used to do the bar scene. I wasn't a big drinker, but watching drunk people was definitely a highlight. Just beware the bathrooms. One time I had to go so bad, there were two stalls available. One covered in poop, and the other from someone, who obviously couldn't hold their liquor. Which one do you think I used?

I still remember the guy we dropped off one night. He couldn't even walk a straight line, staggering to his house. Then, suddenly, he swayed to the backyard and nearly walked into his pool. This is the same guy, who once urinated outside a church, but luckily, he was saved anyway. Drunk people are hysterical unless they're hanging over the railing, throwing up all they ingested, but the best part is torturing those with hangovers the next morning by running up and down the stairs, slamming doors, and opening the blinds. You just need an EXIT strategy.

I tried Karaoke. I would always sing to U2. The problem was being a soft-talker, so the louder it got, the less you heard me. I may as well have been a mouse hanging out on a stool, so that was that for the bar scene. And bowling alleys don't count.

My baby brother made a declaration earlier this year. He was done with Retail, and I heartily agreed, losing ten years of my life to that mind-numbing job. But he hasn't worked since. Instead, he's living it up now on the social networking websites such as Twitter, Facebook, and Myspace. I hated Twitter in the beginning, but then it bloomed, connecting me with artists, writers, poets, musicians, etc. And now I hunger ever day to find new followers, and once Twitter releases the brake, allowing me to follow again, I'll repay the favor. And I hate Facebook, but everyone has a Facebook page. I deleted my Myspace account, and LinkedIn is driving me insane. But if Twitter could blossom, so can LinkedIn. But I don't consider that living it up as a social life.

Over Thanksgiving, my family and I played Six Degrees to Kevin Bacon. I won. I even connected Harry Potter to Kevin Bacon. Just remember Gary Oldman. There's a connection there. Trust me, but the end result? Everyone agreed. I had to get a life, but I still love Blockbuster.

And now it's Friday night again. I'm zonked out from a long, pain-in-the-ass day, and part of me is calling to my bed. Yet, I'm craving to see Grimm, Blue Bloods, CSI: NY, Supernatural, and Sanctuary. Maybe I do need a life, but it's not here on the country-side. My home remains with Long Island, but I'm here, another Friday night, sitting before the computer, and hungry to write.