Early to bed.
Not that I will.
Not that I want to.
Just that I should.
I am going to go into work tomorrow an hour early to help out my Thursday family get ready for a trip to visit the grandparents and I will be done early.
In fact, they alluded to me being done by 11:15 a.m.
I am not 100% sure that is going to happen, but it seems as though the family will have to leave by that time to get to the airport.
It was just sprung on me last week that they would be off on this Thursday and as I am their regular nanny on Thursday, they are compensating me for the full day.
Which is nice and as it’s supposed to be.
Now, add to that the family I normally work for on Fridays is also taking Friday off to go camping and I suddenly have a three and a half day weekend.
Sure, I will come in early tomorrow.
Not that I want to get up at 6:30 a.m. and not that I want to skip my morning pages, I always write in the morning before I go to work unless I can absolutely help it, but I am not going to get up at 6 a.m. to do it. I figure I will hit the sack a bit early and then get up and go straight into the job right after I get up and get breakfast in me.
Breakfast and waking up and making the bed and doing my morning routine takes a little time anyway. I don’t just instantly fly out the door even with not doing the writing, but skipping that will give me a little wiggle room.
And I figure I will do the writing when I get back from the gig.
Then it’s the weekend.
I have my commitments, I always do, but I will have some extra space in there to navigate.
One thing, fill up the tank on the Vespa, I am going to ride it to my Thursday commitment at Church and Market and I don’t want a repeat of this past Sunday. After that commitment it’s the weekend for real.
And this weekend, Friday at least, I am going dancing.
A group of us will be meeting up Friday at Our Lady of Safeway, then grabbing burgers at Burger Meister, then, yes, fools, off to the End Up.
Where the dance floor will be empty and we will take over the club.
Until midnight or so and then I bounce.
I am not into being there when the party people show up and I don’t have the patience to deal with that scene any longer. As well as knowing that after a few hours of dancing I am going to need to scoot back to my side of town.
I said scoot.
That’s the plan anyhow.
Although, looking at the weather forecast I may not, it might rain.
I don’t like the idea of taking public transportation back from that neighborhood, it could take five years to get me back out to the Outer Sunset from the SOMA district, but I have a friend who gave me a free ride on Lyft and maybe I will use it.
Although, from knowing so many taxi cab drivers in my life I hesitate to use the service, but well, who knows, that is jumping the gun, that’s Friday.
Not that I don’t jump the gun constantly.
I had a highschool friend message me this morning on Facecrack for getting together for a cup of coffee when I go visit Wisconsin.
I said, sure, joking, if you’re in the neighborhood, why not, but I’m not going to be in Madison, I will be in Hudson, which is many miles north.
He said, shouldn’t be a problem, I’ll fly up.
He’s a pilot and he owns a small plane, so that doesn’t sound as far-fetched as it might, but outside of FaceCrack I haven’t seen this guy in years and I wonder, why the sudden interest to have coffee?
You’d really fly up to see me for a cup of coffee?
I didn’t question it or him or his motives, but I am curious.
I don’t have a lot of recollections of us being particularly close.
Though I will admit, he was more in my circle of acquaintances then a lot of folks in my grade. And I do remember getting dropped off in his car at my house from some event or another at school, but I can’t remember and I wonder, did anything go down between us?
I don’t think so, but then, it was over twenty years ago.
I started thinking about those old friends from highschool, there are some I would love to see again, who I didn’t see at the reunion, or who I didn’t get to see enough of at the reunion. Now that I think of it, this guy didn’t go.
Who know what his reasons are, I suppose I could ask.
I am not going to give it much more thought past these sentences, then I will be focusing on whatever else is taking up space in my brain pan.
Oh, will this guy that I have a some attraction for show up for the dancing on Friday?
I invited him, only to find out that he may already have something on the back burner.
I still want to flirt it out and dance, but I am not interested in someone’s honey pot if they already have someone dipping their fingers in it.
Then there’s also the recollection, which I jumped when I remembered today, I asked out a guy, sort of (my friend said, “did you ask him on a date? Or did you say, let’s hang out?”) who returns to the city next week.
I do want to hang out, but date like.
All the stuff percolating in the brain.
So many things to ruminate on and so much silliness.
I looked at a tree in the Pan Handle today as I was walking back from the park pushing the stroller with two very boisterous little boys in it singing our silly songs and realized that the tree had been there longer than I have been alive and that it would be there long after I had gone.
So, if I want to know why dude from high school wants to see me, ask.
If I want to go on a date with this other guy, ask.
I know this much, I want to dance and getting to bed early tonight will be the start to that.
I believe a good start has been officially made.
Here’s to a long weekend.
See you on the dance floor soon.
Where I will be leaving all my inhibitions.