Yesterday I had no work, so I planned on getting in a quick workout, then hitting up an open mic night (support your local comedy scene!) before going to a dance club in town I’ve been meaning to try out. I didn’t have any friends joining me, so it was going to be a very casual evening where I came and left each event as I pleased.
But after my workout I was kind of cold since the weather has recently started it’s Downward Spiral, and I was dreading the idea of driving the 55 minutes to the open mic, then 30 minutes to the club, then another 40 minutes of driving to get home. The idea of commuting so much weighed heavily on me.
I revisit the memory of going clubbing while vacationing in the Netherlands, and it was such fun. The main difference? The driving. When I was in Amsterdam, you just needed a bike and money for the train, and you could get anywhere. Don’t need to worry about driving, or trying to drive whilst intoxicated. I don’t drink, but I do enjoy a toke, and even being slightly elevated makes me super anxious about operating a 3000+ lb motor vehicle at highway speeds.
I think about how much I hate driving, as I slip back into my comfy house clothes after my post-workout shower, resigning myself to a night inside, curled up on the couch, watching science fiction and eating too much.
sigh. I should just move to the Netherlands already. It’s so much more free than here in the states.
Man, I have such a hard time with this.
Yesterday I had no work, so I planned on getting in a quick workout, then hitting up an open mic night (support your local comedy scene!) before going to a dance club in town I’ve been meaning to try out. I didn’t have any friends joining me, so it was going to be a very casual evening where I came and left each event as I pleased.
But after my workout I was kind of cold since the weather has recently started it’s Downward Spiral, and I was dreading the idea of driving the 55 minutes to the open mic, then 30 minutes to the club, then another 40 minutes of driving to get home. The idea of commuting so much weighed heavily on me.
I revisit the memory of going clubbing while vacationing in the Netherlands, and it was such fun. The main difference? The driving. When I was in Amsterdam, you just needed a bike and money for the train, and you could get anywhere. Don’t need to worry about driving, or trying to drive whilst intoxicated. I don’t drink, but I do enjoy a toke, and even being slightly elevated makes me super anxious about operating a 3000+ lb motor vehicle at highway speeds.
I think about how much I hate driving, as I slip back into my comfy house clothes after my post-workout shower, resigning myself to a night inside, curled up on the couch, watching science fiction and eating too much.
sigh. I should just move to the Netherlands already. It’s so much more free than here in the states.