I’m sitting at home, extremely bored (for once!), and I’m staring at my bike. I just realized that I was gonna go on a team ride with the MIT cycling club this morning. Except that ride started at 9am, and I didn’t remember the ride until just now. Probably when I went to sleep last night, the whole concept of riding a bike at 9am was lost on me. My brain blocked out the thought and thus I never set an alarm to wake up in time.

Any jazz fans? I went to this ridiculous show last night at a local jazz club played by John Pizzarelli. What a phenomenal entertainer, comedian, musician, vocalist! It was also at one of those places where the venue is rather lounge-like, and the audience is seated at cocktail tables. I felt like the audience in the Jerry Seinfeld sketches that play at the beginning and end of Seinfeld episodes. Aside from a couple of teenage kids there with their parents, we were definitely the youngest people at the club, perhaps by decade(s).

As for the parties this weekend … I think I settled on which one I want to go to tonight. I skipped out on all of them last night, opting for some chill jazz instead. I’ve just felt really mellow lately with no desire to get dressed, to go out, to go partying, though a friend did manage to twist my arm enough to convince me to go to Middlesex with him Thursday night. I wasn’t too keen on going because I was feeling pretty comfortable at home, but he offered to pick me up and drive there, which immediately lowered the energy barrier for going out. I actually had a fantastic blast after I got there. The great thing about Middlesex is that you always run into people you know.