so sorry in advance

LISTENING TO: The Beaches - Blame Brett

 

 

Running late, or late running? This is going to have to be a bit of a quick one, since I overslept and am currently drinking coffee like my life depends on it while I wait for my Uber, but collecting my thoughts this morning may just be a lesson in futility. You'll have to let me know at the end of this post.

I'm so happy that I'm able to walk around Sacramento a bit more this time around, which is how I ended up at the Tank House last night for dinner. It's literally about a five minute walk from the office (and on the recommendation list), and my boss had mentioned barbecue earlier in the day, so it ended up being the perfect solution to something that had been on my mind as an option. Although originally I was going to head over to Urban Roots (which is still on the list), the people watching opportunities, barbecue mac and cheese and vibe of the bar were just too much for me to pass by. I probably should have sat outside, but with all the construction and the heat of rush hour, I very much enjoyed the music and air conditioning that were pretty much calling my name from the time I stepped inside.

It wasn't too long before I was back at the hotel enjoying a glass of wine, though. My dad had a couple of sayings growing up, and I was really feeling one in particular yesterday - living on queer street. I've been unable to shake the feeling of being purposefully out of place while I've been here this week; it's been a bit too much of "is this really my life". I've never been comfortable with the feeling of being lucky (I tend to expect a building to fall on my head when things are going well), which I guess leads me to now and the white rabbit ("You're late!") situation I find myself in trying to get to work this morning. If I can get into gear, maybe I can fall back into that good feeling and actually live in it for a bit.