I'm Not In Baltimore

As I write this, Dave is in Baltimore, MD.  He's there for to celebrate the 21st birthday's of 2 of his nephews. 
I'm not - obviously.  I decided to stay home. 

You see, I'm sort of a snob when it comes to sleeping at other people's houses.  I don't like couches and won't sleep on living room floors.  I like to have my own space to set up and keep my stuff, and without that, I know that I'll be cranky and miserable.  The people who are sleeping in the living room are always the ones who are the last to go to bed and the first to wake up, and as someone who really values her sleep, that doesn't bode well with me. 

I also have an impossible time snoring when I'm in a room with someone who snores, and Dave's brother - who would be one of the 3 people that I would be sharing the living room with if I had decided to go - is a chronic snorer.  I vowed long ago that I would never a share a room with him again, and I have held to true to that thus far. 

So instead I'm home, trying to organize all of my music so that the albums sync properly with my new iPod, which I haven't gotten around to loading with music for two and a half months now.  It's raining, and that makes part of me glad that I'm not out on the streets in Baltimore walking from crowded bar to crowded bar, soaking wet and spending exorbitant amounts of money on food and alcohol.  I like to think that I am saving us a great deal of money, and in fact, probably am.   I didn't go to the St. Patrick's Day Parade this year (the second year in a row that we haven't gone), but I'm not sure that we would have gone even if Dave had been around.  We're ok with drinking outside in the cold, but drinking outside in the rain?  Not so much...

My high school friend who is in town this weekend and told me that she wanted to hang out has been incredibly vague about her plans and still has yet to call me or even send me a message on Facebook telling me where she is.  I'm going to go ahead and say now that we're not going to hang out.  And that's ok - unreliable people drive me crazy. 

So Murph and I have spent the day watching a movie (Duplicity), reading a book (The Lace Reader), and soon we're going to start a load of laundry.  Then I'm thinking about going to Target to get some of our grocery shopping done, since I like to get out of the house at least once a day.

It sounds boring, I know.  But every once in a while I absolutely LOVE being home alone, with nothing to do but some small chores.  They make for the most relaxing and rest-filled weekends, and with the crazy work scheduled that I have coming up over the next two weeks, I will need it.