Calming Day & Fun But Stressful Night | Blogging My Day
It's been a beat since I last wrote about a whole day in my life chronologically. I actually quite like writing these because it's like a snapshot of my days during this time of my life. This past Saturday was a whirlwind of ups and downs but I managed to stay level-headed during the downs and not let them influence the ups.
I started the day late after sleeping in until 10 AM. It's something I indulge in on my Saturdays because I have so many damn early mornings in my week at the moment. It was also the only day that week were I got over nine hours of sleep instead of my average six-ish hours (this is actually too little for me, so I definitely need to work on getting to sleep earlier).
I had the house for myself because all my family members were out doing different things and errands and it was so lovely to just be still in the serenity. My dog Hallie was home, of course, and we chilled and took it easy for a couple of hours while I ate left-over pizza and watched YouTube videos and we both bashed in the warm sun.
Time slipped by slowly and it was wonderful to let it and not fret about the things I needed to do during the day. That actually resulted in a bit of a rush later in the day but I wouldn't have been without my calm and quiet morning. Mum and A came back and I borrowed the car to go visit my horse. She'd been let out onto the field and she was less than satisfied when she saw me approach after not even an hour outside. She didn't know that I was taking her for a ride in the forest, but she followed along me diligently despite her hesitance.
The stables were very calm and tranquil and I took my time brushing her and tacking her up. Lately, I've had a few instances of bad conscious regarding her because I'm so busy and I don't see her nearly as much as I want to do. It doesn't particularity help that I've been without a scooter for nearly three months and have to depend on rides, borrowing one of the cars if they're available and public transportation. Don't get me started about public transportation. In theory, it's a wonderful thing but damn, I miss the freedom to decide when I leave a place without waiting in the freezing cold or having to worry about catching a connection.
Back to Money, I had decided to make the most of the wonderful weather and the spring-like feeling in the air. It had been a few weeks since the last time I took her on a forest ride and that one had hardly been very successful because I felt compelled to go back quite quickly. A few deers had startled her and the ground had still been quite frozen and slippery and I did not want a jumpy horse on such uncertain terrain - she'll just hurt herself. But today was a different story as it was the perfect temperature and the ground was firm and dry.
Our ride started out pleasantly, Money was excited and brisk in her gait but she was manageable and it was so peaceful to ride around in the forest and greet families on outings, joggers, bikers and other riders. However, I suddenly realised that I had made a wrong turn in relation to the route I had planned on taking. I soldiered on anyway because I figured that I could always just turn back if need be and I wasn't in any rush, so why not explore a bit more of the forest than the routes we normally take?
Well, I sort of chose to depend on Money's sense of direction as she's normally very good at knowing which way is home. Unlike me, who is an absolute headcase when it comes to finding directions to anything. It's simply not in my skill set. This day Money wasn't on her A-game either because when I let her make the turns we suddenly ended up facing the road that cuts through the forest and we had no business being on the other side of it. In the end, I turned us around and we traced back our steps until I found where we'd turned the wrong way.
I managed to get a tiny bit worried about being lost and that jittered right down into Money. So I forced myself to stay completely calm and not let that little voice in my head affect my wonderful forest ride. We managed to find home in the end, like I knew we found.
I drove back home afterwards and begun coordinating the evening's "clubbing" experience with two of my friends. I drink so rarely now, a maximum of once a month, but it's a fun thing to do every now and again. We got everything coordinated, where to meet for pre-game and how I would sleep over with one of them like I usually do. It's just easier travelling home together and she lives much closer to Copenhagen than I do.
Before I headed off, I sat down and banged out a 1000 word chapter for one of my Wattpad stories because I've been slacking so much with the promised updates lately and I could just manage to squeeze the content out, though I did post it without proof-reading, which I don't really like doing. With that written and uploaded, dressed and done my make-up I was lucky enough that Dad could give me a ride, shortening my travel time by 60%.
I've always had a fondness for private gatherings and pre-gaming with friends because often they turn out more fun than big scary crowds of strangers. This time was no exception and it was wonderful to catch up and let loose a bit. Getting an alcohol buzz is quite liberating when you feel like you're constantly tense and stressing about things. I can see why some people come to use it as a more constant part of their everyday life, however, I thankfully can't see myself becoming that person.
We made "drinks" and I put air quotes around that because mixing vodka, orange juice and raspberry soda was very basic level but they tasted nice, though I preferred mine with less juice and more soda. We played Never Have I Ever in a card game version and it was chill and relaxed.
The friend who was "hosting" our little three-person get-together have a cat that's ten months old and she's such a curious and interesting animal. She's very different from the cats at the stables that I've come to know quite well. She's much more timid and hesitant, which I find a bit odd because animals usually take a natural liking to me. I'm always that odd person who'd go socialise with the dog at house parties when everything got a bit too much and I still love animals very much and my playful side comes out even more when I've had a few drinks.
It was actually past midnight before we got all our shit together and actually left for proper night-on-the-town drinking. It took quite a while for us to decide on a place to go, because we specifically didn't want to go to the place where we always end up. Furthermore, the other two girls left their make-up to the very last minute. I had done mine before I left my house because I didn't want to drag around a make-up bag to bars and clubs.
Consequently, I had to put liquid eyeliner on my friend after a handful of drinks. I actually think I did alright, because I don't have much practice doing it on other people and my hand remained fairly steady. The taxi arrived at the flat and we rushed down the four flight of stairs.
We arrived at a bar, where we promptly went upstairs and located us quite near the bar. The song selection was alright. It was a German bar, which meant that sometimes they'd put on some obscure German song that sounded more hilarious than encouraging people to dance. However, the company was good though the sheer number of people was a bit overwhelming.
That the thing about going out in Copenhagen on a Saturday night, there'll be people everywhere and some have no sense of personal space. Some also have no respect for people's property. Around 2 AM, technically Sunday I suppose but I'm including it in this post, I got my wallet swiped from the small bag that hung around my waist, positioned in front of me.
I felt something fall down near my leg and saw a wallet and bend down to pick it up. Upon realising that it was mine, I think I just froze completely and then quickly scrambled to check on my phone, which had been in the same bag. My phone was still there (I honestly don't know what I would have done if it had been gone) and I looked back at the wallet to find my cash and my two credit card absent. My heart sank a bit at that moment but I quickly went into my bank app to cancel both of my stolen credit cards.
My friends were so wonderful during this, taking me outside to get fresh air, helping contact the bar's manager and have her go through the security footage, unfortunately she didn't find anything useful. I felt very, very bummed out but glad that I probably figured it out almost instantly, which meant the bastards who stole from me probably didn't get to use the cards. My cash was gone though. However, it was more the whole notion someone had managed to get that close to me and TAKE something of mine. I'm very protective of my things and I couldn't help but blame myself for having my things stolen, even if I knew I always take care of my things and in this case, I was just extremely unlucky.
I switched to water after that, but that was more so because of my "no alcohol after 2 AM" rule, that I mostly stick to. I tried to put it past me as for it not to ruin the night and I think I managed alright under the circumstances. We lasted about two more hours in the bar before calling it a night and I felt vulnerable and naked without access to any of my money. It's so unnerving.
So my Saturday and early Sunday morning contained a lot of different experiences. I went for a lovely forest ride but got momentarily lost. I had a great and fun evening with wonderful friends until I got my cards stolen. Especially the latter made me feel uneasy and furious but I still can't let it cloud what was actually a good day. Also, the following day I got a Facebook message from someone who'd found one of my credit cards. I thanked him for tracking me down and asked if he could cut it up and throw it out.
But that was also just a nice reminder that while there's horrible people, who steal from someone else, there's people like my friends, who did everything to help me and random strangers, who go out of their way to help someone they don't know. There are never ups without downs and you can't let the downs make your ups miserable. There are still so many good things and you have to focus on those rather than the bad ones.
I started the day late after sleeping in until 10 AM. It's something I indulge in on my Saturdays because I have so many damn early mornings in my week at the moment. It was also the only day that week were I got over nine hours of sleep instead of my average six-ish hours (this is actually too little for me, so I definitely need to work on getting to sleep earlier).
I had the house for myself because all my family members were out doing different things and errands and it was so lovely to just be still in the serenity. My dog Hallie was home, of course, and we chilled and took it easy for a couple of hours while I ate left-over pizza and watched YouTube videos and we both bashed in the warm sun.
She absolutely loves this sun spot and will lay there until she gets too hot,
only to come back when she's cooled down slightly and then repeat the process
I'm sure she's looking forward to dropping her heavy winter blanket and get some sunshine on that butt
Back to Money, I had decided to make the most of the wonderful weather and the spring-like feeling in the air. It had been a few weeks since the last time I took her on a forest ride and that one had hardly been very successful because I felt compelled to go back quite quickly. A few deers had startled her and the ground had still been quite frozen and slippery and I did not want a jumpy horse on such uncertain terrain - she'll just hurt herself. But today was a different story as it was the perfect temperature and the ground was firm and dry.
I think Money occupies the most photos in my photoroll - I love photographing her
Well, I sort of chose to depend on Money's sense of direction as she's normally very good at knowing which way is home. Unlike me, who is an absolute headcase when it comes to finding directions to anything. It's simply not in my skill set. This day Money wasn't on her A-game either because when I let her make the turns we suddenly ended up facing the road that cuts through the forest and we had no business being on the other side of it. In the end, I turned us around and we traced back our steps until I found where we'd turned the wrong way.
I managed to get a tiny bit worried about being lost and that jittered right down into Money. So I forced myself to stay completely calm and not let that little voice in my head affect my wonderful forest ride. We managed to find home in the end, like I knew we found.
I drove back home afterwards and begun coordinating the evening's "clubbing" experience with two of my friends. I drink so rarely now, a maximum of once a month, but it's a fun thing to do every now and again. We got everything coordinated, where to meet for pre-game and how I would sleep over with one of them like I usually do. It's just easier travelling home together and she lives much closer to Copenhagen than I do.
Before I headed off, I sat down and banged out a 1000 word chapter for one of my Wattpad stories because I've been slacking so much with the promised updates lately and I could just manage to squeeze the content out, though I did post it without proof-reading, which I don't really like doing. With that written and uploaded, dressed and done my make-up I was lucky enough that Dad could give me a ride, shortening my travel time by 60%.
I had pizza again for dinner, third time I ate pizza in 24 hours - whoops
I've always had a fondness for private gatherings and pre-gaming with friends because often they turn out more fun than big scary crowds of strangers. This time was no exception and it was wonderful to catch up and let loose a bit. Getting an alcohol buzz is quite liberating when you feel like you're constantly tense and stressing about things. I can see why some people come to use it as a more constant part of their everyday life, however, I thankfully can't see myself becoming that person.
We made "drinks" and I put air quotes around that because mixing vodka, orange juice and raspberry soda was very basic level but they tasted nice, though I preferred mine with less juice and more soda. We played Never Have I Ever in a card game version and it was chill and relaxed.
This photo is horrible but it sort of encapsulates the vibe of our hang-out
I was "dangling" above her here, trying to get her to warm up to me
It was actually past midnight before we got all our shit together and actually left for proper night-on-the-town drinking. It took quite a while for us to decide on a place to go, because we specifically didn't want to go to the place where we always end up. Furthermore, the other two girls left their make-up to the very last minute. I had done mine before I left my house because I didn't want to drag around a make-up bag to bars and clubs.
Consequently, I had to put liquid eyeliner on my friend after a handful of drinks. I actually think I did alright, because I don't have much practice doing it on other people and my hand remained fairly steady. The taxi arrived at the flat and we rushed down the four flight of stairs.
We arrived at a bar, where we promptly went upstairs and located us quite near the bar. The song selection was alright. It was a German bar, which meant that sometimes they'd put on some obscure German song that sounded more hilarious than encouraging people to dance. However, the company was good though the sheer number of people was a bit overwhelming.
That the thing about going out in Copenhagen on a Saturday night, there'll be people everywhere and some have no sense of personal space. Some also have no respect for people's property. Around 2 AM, technically Sunday I suppose but I'm including it in this post, I got my wallet swiped from the small bag that hung around my waist, positioned in front of me.
We got drinks and danced to whatever came on
I felt something fall down near my leg and saw a wallet and bend down to pick it up. Upon realising that it was mine, I think I just froze completely and then quickly scrambled to check on my phone, which had been in the same bag. My phone was still there (I honestly don't know what I would have done if it had been gone) and I looked back at the wallet to find my cash and my two credit card absent. My heart sank a bit at that moment but I quickly went into my bank app to cancel both of my stolen credit cards.
My friends were so wonderful during this, taking me outside to get fresh air, helping contact the bar's manager and have her go through the security footage, unfortunately she didn't find anything useful. I felt very, very bummed out but glad that I probably figured it out almost instantly, which meant the bastards who stole from me probably didn't get to use the cards. My cash was gone though. However, it was more the whole notion someone had managed to get that close to me and TAKE something of mine. I'm very protective of my things and I couldn't help but blame myself for having my things stolen, even if I knew I always take care of my things and in this case, I was just extremely unlucky.
I switched to water after that, but that was more so because of my "no alcohol after 2 AM" rule, that I mostly stick to. I tried to put it past me as for it not to ruin the night and I think I managed alright under the circumstances. We lasted about two more hours in the bar before calling it a night and I felt vulnerable and naked without access to any of my money. It's so unnerving.
So my Saturday and early Sunday morning contained a lot of different experiences. I went for a lovely forest ride but got momentarily lost. I had a great and fun evening with wonderful friends until I got my cards stolen. Especially the latter made me feel uneasy and furious but I still can't let it cloud what was actually a good day. Also, the following day I got a Facebook message from someone who'd found one of my credit cards. I thanked him for tracking me down and asked if he could cut it up and throw it out.
But that was also just a nice reminder that while there's horrible people, who steal from someone else, there's people like my friends, who did everything to help me and random strangers, who go out of their way to help someone they don't know. There are never ups without downs and you can't let the downs make your ups miserable. There are still so many good things and you have to focus on those rather than the bad ones.
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