angelak | An itch that cannot be scratched

An itch that cannot be scratched:

Last night was a good evening. I tried very hard to forget the stresses of the work day; and it worked.

I vegged with the beasts before I headed out to meet up with Evan and Elissa at the Workshop in Redmond. Yeah – you heard me. The Workshop, lol.

Mel called while I was out. It was good to hear from her, in spite of my inability to talk long.

It was good to see Elissa. She’s looking great and as positive and enjoyable as ever.
There was a time in my life when I used to get annoyed at her bright outlook. I’ve grown a lot myself since, and now I think it’s a downright admirable quality.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Evan – it’s just last night I was hoping to try and catch up, seriously catch up – with Issa. That was difficult with Evan’s constant interruptions, especially as we drank more beer. I think in the future I’ll narrow it down to just Evan and I. I also saw another girl who went to school with us back in the day. We scared her away by saying the word (all three of us) “Cock,” too loud, too many times.

I wanted to really discuss my new friend, Jim, with Elissa in more depth. It was impossible. She did, however – after a slight two second whine session about wanting to see Jim, encourage my decision that I just go over after our visit.

Afterwards I hung out very briefly with Evan at Half Price Books. My impatience and desire to go see Jim intensified. Evan was talking about nothing in particular and a text message response from a message I had sent earlier caused me to be entirely distracted and not so much into the after-beer Evan visit. Normally I’m good to just do nothing later into the evening. This time, I felt a certain urgency on heading out.

As soon as I cleared my visit with Evan, I called Jim.
He seemed pleasantly surprised at my idea of dropping by.
The drive went quickly because I was on the phone.
I was a little goofier than usual – which might have been the last edge of beer burning itself out. I doubt as much that I will be making any more trips anywhere after any other Evan-Angela outings. This is a rare thing that I don’t plan on repeating.
The spontaneous trip, however – was worth it.
Onto the fact I am goal-oriented today.

The big ones:
Exercise more.
Drink less.
Take care of errands that will get me money.

-Angela