Get Over It

I spent multiple portions of the weekend fuming over a work-related issue. I hate doing that. I kept on my newly-learned mantra of "get over it," and would find myself fuming again shortly after. I could almost say I spent the better portion of the weekend this way, except it wasn't "better," it was bad. I was more-than-ready to go to the Full Moon Saloon yesterday afternoon/evening with my friend Brian, even with Dan in tow. (This would not be one of his favorite places, but is decidedly one of mine.)

Take one Skyy Blue and two Rum-and-Cokes (make that a lot of Rum and just a little Coke), mix with a warm evening, good company, really good dance music, and me not caring what my dancing looked like. Result: I think I have a new warm (literally) happy place that deserves more frequenting. At least I didn't think—not even once— about work and related issues. And dang, was the music really good last night. <sigh>

As an aside, I realized that I am often one of the first to the dance floor. It's true at PI each week, and it was true last night. Wonderfully ironic for the guy who didn't want to dance at all in college.