whose life is this? tonight i am in the nicest hotel room i have ever been in, or may ever be in, frankly, in dallas, texas of all places. this is my first overnight business trip. i was asked more than a dozen times in the first hour if i ‘needed anything else’. i was served tea and cake on a tray in my room shortly after checking in this evening, by a man in a tuxedo. and let’s not go into the mind-blowing steak dinner we were treated to by the people we were here to see and do business with. who am i? oh, and also i found out today that i may have to/get to go to new york for two nights next week. when did i become this kind of guy?

or wait, on a totally different page, saturday night. i’ve been to parties. themed parties with specialty drinking events (sake bombing, in this case), sure. but just because it was agreed upon beforehand, it became okay to strip down to underwear after a few rounds? because that was the theme? and then to dance all night in boxers, with girls in their underwear? and to kiss a cute girl on the dancefloor who happened to also be someone’s ex, and have said ex come up behind me and literally carry me off and dump me out the front door, my clothes back inside behind the locked door? i can’t even say i’m used to the possibility of getting to kiss a pretty girl so suddenly like that, much less there being a physical (albeit slightly comical) confrontation afterward. again, how did i become this person?

frankly, i do not care at all. in either case, i really like this person, and i want to be more like him instead of less. he should have some good stories to tell and fun times ahead, and i need to spend more time with him.

(and never mind sunday, which was actually the least out of the ordinary, but still a strangely great night out, just less of a good story. in the end, i think i’m going to focus on the week ahead, and try keeping up the good streak of surprising myself.)