This past Friday my friend Laura and I drove for about four and a half hours to San Luis Obispo for a Postal Service concert. Postal Service came out back in 2003 when I was a senior in high school. To my knowledge, they only came out with one debut album before the lead singer joined Death Cab For Cutie, but listening to the Postal Service was a defining moment in my adulthood, as they showed me what it meant to slow down.

The most beautiful thing at the concert, aside from the music, was this couple standing in front of us. They were singing along, and looking into each others eyes, and kissing intermittently. They weren’t crazy making out, or being dramatic, but it was all sort of sweet and I found myself smiling at their seemingly blissful connection with the music, and with each other.
After the concert, Laura and I checked into a Motel 6 and decided to romp around downtown San Luis Obispo to see what kind of trouble we could get into. We ended up meeting two girls our age that happened to be at the same concert we were, and were from the neighborhood. We asked them to show us where the nearest bars were, and they ended up guiding us from bar to bar, showing us a great time.

We decided to stay in touch on Facebook, the ultimate stayer in toucher of all stayer in touches.

Saturday I got home around 3:30pm, highly pooped. I’ve decided my body needs about 2 days to recover after a night of drinking, which never used to be the case. It used to be I could get hammered on a Friday night and be ready to go Saturday afternoon no problem. Now? Well, now I need all of Saturday, a few hot meals, and 10 hours of sleep in order to function on Sunday. Bailey apparently was in the same boat. He said after his birthday he was going to be cutting back on drinking so much on the weekends, and maybe indulge about once a month. I was thinking the same, except I think I will only allow myself one night of fun every weekend instead of three. My body just doesn’t seem to be able to tolerate it anymore.

This next week coming up is going to be what I call the ‘week of visiting’. I have a few friends coming over this week to see my new place (finally), and today I had a few of my really close friends over. We walked over for a mimosa brunch at Calendars, even though it was kind of gloomy and overcast outside, but had a really great time. Everyone really liked the new place, and that makes me glad. I really like it too, I just need to get over the ‘spook’ factor.  I can’t tell whether or not this place is haunted, but I already want to write a story about it.

Later tonight I’m going to see Evil Dead with a coworker at the Grove for the second time. I sort of love that movie, and what are weekends if not lackluster days to barricade ourselves in dark rooms with lots of blood and gore.

Talk to you again in a day or two. If you’re willing.

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Monique is an exceedingly happy human from LA. She runs the blog A Novel Quest, and writes. A lot.

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