This weekend, we went to Factory for its 3-year anniversary. I don't generally enjoy Factory. I can't say in the few times we've ever been in the past we spent more than 15 minutes there (it's a beautiful club, but generally not my scene). This night was a lot of fun, however (i.e., the crowd was younger than their usual, the bois were hot, and the energy was good). My only regret was then in my zest to party and check out, I lost track of a couple close friends whose company I enjoy and had gone with that evening. But that can happen in a crowded club, especially when you're not sober (and not thinking).
At the end of the evening, however, I actually did get to meet and talk to someone I've seen out for a long time, but can't honestly say we'd ever said more than 3 words to each other. I think the only thing that kept us from meeting before is that all-to-common experience of both parties thinking "why doesn't he ever say 'hi' to me"). Turns out, he's a pretty fascinating and nice guy. I'm learning to realize this tends to be the case most times I find someone aloof.
I also met another guy: a hottie with whom I spent the wee hours of the morning with and into Sunday. He lives two hours away (a bummer), but hopefully we'll keep in touch and get to hang out again sometime.
But in looking back at the weekend as a whole, I was careful, didn't overdo it, had a great time, and finally got it out of my system for a while. I think truthfully, I just needed to check out for a little while. The year has been off to a bit of a stressful start between it being our busy time at work and perhaps starting to work through some personal issues that run pretty deep. I guess I needed a vacation from myself. Now it's back to reality a bit more ready, and a bit more energized. I think vacations can be healing.