Ben’s away for the weekend playing with Friendly Rich and the Lollipop People. Yes, I know, he’s out having fun with other bands and I’m stuck at home. In the 36 hours that I’ve been alone I’ve used two main strategies to console myself:
Yesterday – Be a social butterfly. I had no less than three social engagements yesterday. Actually, I had four…one of which I had to miss and felt like a massive jerk about. But. I had coffee with a friend in the afternoon, then worked door for The McFlies at Lula Lounge (not a strictly social engagement because I got paid, but you know) then went to a party mostly full of people I’ve only just gotten to know and all of whom were really drunk. Fun times. In fact, I had so much fun that my left eye is really, really red today.*
Today – Be a hermit. I did invite someone over, but she had other plans, so I spent the day working on my big secret project, cleaning stuff, listening to P.G. Wodehouse audiobooks, and running mundane errands like buying plungers and walnuts. I have also been indulging in all those weird habits people who live alone have – lying in bed drinking beer at 7 in the evening, having ice cream for breakfast, and being really annoyed when you can’t use your hammock due to rain. At least that’s what I think single people do. I haven’t lived alone for about 7 years, and my recollections from that time are a bit hazy, so this might be an idiosyncratic impression.
*That’s mainly due to ragweed, but it’s always possible that I’m just allergic to fun.