Yup...it's Saturday night at 9:41pm and I am home, Blogging. Ah, the life of a single 30 year old woman in San Francisco. Well, this single 30 year old woman in San Francisco. Actually, I am exhausted and happy to get to bed early tonight. I have packed so much into this weekend already...who needs more tonight?

Went to the movies tonight with T____. Saw "Bruce Almighty" with Jim Carrey. Now, I had looooow expectations for this thing. I mean, other than laughing at Jim Carrey and his funny faces, I did not think the movie would elicit much else out of me...and I was right...sort of. Okay, I admit it, I teared up at the cheesy love story part. But I have cried at much worse, so that wasn't a real surprise.

What was a surprise was the strange attempt at a spiritual message that you find in this movie. Strange because it's so damn obvious, they beat you over the head with it! Strange because it's a Jim Carrey movie, for goodness sake! Just strange. But I will say that for the whole walk home, I was thinking about it...the spiritual message, that is. (Okay, I admit it...I was also sort of thinking about L___, the hottie I danced with until 1am last night! But that's another story altogether!). Anyway, the message in the movie - which, by the way, you won't read about in any review...and so, sadly, I am sure it will get lost on most people, even though they really do beat you over the head with it. Anyway, the message, at least the message that I "got" from it, is that God lives within each and every one of us and it is up to us to access (or strive to access) our own divine possibility and ot see the divine in each other. That there is no external power that is pulling strings for the universe. That prayers (real prayers) are simply wishes to be able to get in touch with our own power. So, for example, when someone prays to find love, really they are praying for the ability to see the part of themselves that will allow them to love and be loved. That the power to change our own lives, and the power to have a positive impact on others' lives, is our own. And maybe that power is made possible by the existence of a God-like force or energy in the universe, but that entity is not responsible for our happiness. Anyway, I got the sense that this cheesy Hollywood movie with not enough laughs was also trying to send this other message.

That was Saturday night...But the real fun was to be had on Friday night! The Monkey and I went to the Giants game...so fun. I can't say we really watched too much of the game...surprise surprise, we were yakking the whole time! But it was so fun to hang out and catch up! We just don't see each other enough these days...I suppose it will never be enough unless we are roommates! Anyway, the game was fun and talking to that cutie from San Jose was, I think, a sign for what kind of night we were about to have. After the game, we headed to meet T____ and The Boys at The Kells...An Irish bar near North Beach. Not much of a party girl, I had never been to this bar. The Monkey and I were planning on staying for an hour or so...home by midnight to get plenty of sleep before my tri-brick workout with R____ today. As we headed in the door she turned to me and said, "Watch, we close the place down." Well, almost.

I hardly go out anymore...I am not sure why. I think a lot of it is just that I don't really do the whole drinking thing...and sometimes, actually lots of times, I feel like a bit of a freak about it. I think people think I am an alcoholic or something...or just plain square. And maybe I am (square, that is...not an alcoholic). And since I feel like a bit of a freak about it, I am not comfortable really being around people who are shifaced. First of all, I judge it. I admit it. I think that when people need to have the lubrication of alcohol in order to feel good, in order to dance, to be social and open to meeting new people, I think it's weak. I don't respect it. Because I don't need alcohol to do any of those things. And when people are really drunk, I don't know who they are...it's not real...and I am not interested in that. No, it's not right that I judge it. And I hate that I judge it. And I really try not to. And some nights, I am more successful than others. Last night, I had a ton of fun at this bar...everyone around me seemed to be drinking (though I must say, I love it that T____ can't drink while she is on that medication!), most poeple were, in fact, downright drunk. And I had a blast.

We danced. And really, that is just about all I need to have a good time. Fun music and dancing partners. And, as a bonus, cute boys! And the best part about the cute boys is that they were with us! There were the usual Boys. K____, P____, C_____. Then there were some new ones...ones I had not met before. One in particular was a total cutie...great smile, sparkly eyes, dynamic energy. And man could he dance!!! I have to say...I have not met too many triathlete boys who can get a groove on! Not the kind of groove I am into, anyway. There is, of course, the dance master, R.S. And CP, the Renaissance man who can, of course, cut a rug (what can't that kid do?). And now, there is L____.

So I have a little crush. Harmless, really. But fun. Every once in a while, it's nice to have a crush....if for no other reason than to remember I can!

I am in a writing slump. That's all I can say to explain why I am not motivated to write so much. I guess it doesn't help that I have been busy lately...work has been hopping, training is peaking right now for Alcatraz, I have been holding a full social calendar. It doesn't leave a lot of downtime for musing. I have a good topic, though...for next time, when I am ready to sit and muse. I have been mulling it in my head for a few days now. It will be my first effort at actually writing a narrative nonfiction essay.

I must start studying for the GMAT. Oy.