This weekend was marked with excessive travel through areas the engulf you with manure aroma. I went to Sacramento because much of my massive clan was gathering there. It is amazing to me how just seeing my family, even if we only sat on the couch, talked and watched college basketball, can recharge me. Being in a room surrounded by people I love and who love me, makes me realize how amazingly lucky I am.
After spending the day in Sac, I headed down the 5 towards Livermore for the mini high school reunion. Once my friend Brig and I found parking, and got a little lost, we finally found the Blue bar. As we approach, I see my pseudo big brother at the front and the night is on. Most of the people there knew my brother more than me, so I had to repeatedly say..."I'm Alex's little sister"..to which they instantly connect, or feign recognition. Either way, there were several people who I was happy to see and we hit the dance floor with some killer dance moves. This bar was so classy that it had a pole on a platform at the corner of the dance floor. Livermore, I have no words.
I tried to match up several people while I was there. For some reason, on these nights out I have a drive to play cupid. My success rate is yet to be determined, but I like having a purpose. Of course the guy from Missouri was the one to ask for my number, since I have some sort of midwest guy magnet. Indiana, Michigan, Kansas...now Missouri? Other than that there is no new guy news to report. I oscillate between thinking I want a "real relationship" and thinking I don't want to be tied down. The problem seems to be too much THINKING!
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