It's dreary out today

I woke up this morning wanting two things. First, I wanted to eat a giant stack of pancakes with thick artery-clogging syrup. And secondly, I wanted to stay in bed the entire day and do nothing but watch Scrubs on dvd.
However, since it is the Monday after the Superbowl and anyone calling in "sick" is likely to be told by their employer to blow it out their tailpipe and get their ass into work, I am now sitting in my desk, still waiting for the day to start. In a way I love this job because it gives me time to do things like update my blog in the middle of the day and go on hour long coffee breaks. In a way I hate my job because I am way too smart for this.
Anyway, I'm going to quit bitching because I've been doing WAY too much of that lately. Instead, I am going to ramble on about vapid things that are interesting only to myself.
First order of business--I think that I am going to convert my wardrobe back into an all-black palette. When I first moved to the chuck I started incorporating more color into my wardrobe just because there is an ocean close to my house and dressing with color seems to be pretty standard on the coast. However, today I dug an old black sweater out of the musty depths of my cold-weather closet and realized something--color is for chumps. I forgot how much I love black. It adds mystery. It amplifies perceived intelligence. It makes you look thin. What's not to love? And I hate to use her as an example, but I must admit that Angelina Jolie's uniform of basic black in almost every circumstance is pretty foolproof.

So I am for sure moving into that house in West Ashley, and to be honest, I can't wait. I don't really mind the house that I'm living in now, but I feel like I am getting a chance to start over fresh. As much as I enjoy living here, to be quite honest when I reflect back on the past year a huge portion of it has centered around angst and drama and stress. Now I get to wipe the slate.
One of the great things about West Ashley is that it is completely removed from the downtown social dynamic. I mean, every now and then it is fun to go balls to the wall when you go out, don't get me wrong. But I am sick to death of the cloud of skank that surrounds most of the bars I have been stuck going to over the past year or so. Most of the downtown bars are frequented by college guys trying to get laid, and college girls trying to validate themselves by getting laid. And you feel the desperation--its so thick in the air it's practically visible. Up until around two weeks ago I thought I was just going to have to forgo the social scene altogether and become an old maid holed up in my apartment just to stay sane. However, my 'friend' Dan recently took me to a bar near his apartment in West Ashley, and I feel like it's the answer to my prayers. This is what its like: You walk in late on a Thursday night. There are maybe 10 people, all in work attire, sitting at the bar chatting it up with the bartender, whose name is Kat. You order a drink and play pool, foozeball, or Connect 4 while listening to streaming top 40 hits from 1996. There are sports playing on mute on the tvs mounted above the bar. No one bothers you, no one tries to run game on you, and Kat checks on you regularly to make sure you're topped off. Maybe I have an old soul, but this is the kind of place I have been looking for since I got here.