Yesterday was a tiring day. I only worked for five hours yesterday but they were long. I was planning on going to Zion National Park yesterday but my uncle did not call me back to tell me when and where we were meeting so I never went. He actually has still not called me back, which is weird because he was supposed to go home sometime tonight so the hiking trip is probably already over. My mom and brother have been out of town for a month and are coming home tomorrow. My father spent the night last night at a hotel for a dental convention so he was out of town. So here is the summary of last night: I was tired from work, I was waiting for a phone call from my Uncle and my whole immediate family was out of town. This led me to decide to just go out to eat and celebrate last night. I decided to drive on main streets all of the way back from work to see what sounded good. Of course I decided to go to a Wingers in Lehi, which doesn't make a lot of sense because I don't particularly like Wingers and it was in fact the second Wingers that I had passed on my journey. I walked into the restaurant with a bit of a limp (because I am a gangsta') and the hostess lady (much better than Little Debbie) asked me if I was waiting for a group. I of course said that I was alone and I was directed to a table. I ate my food and read a bit of Walden from Henry David Thoreau. I as I ate my mini chicken strip saucy sliders I realized that something was out of place. My waiter would give me weird looks, the couple next to me almost didn't say a word to each other for the whole outing, and I was sitting there by myself eating at a restaurant. So it turns out that restaurants are supposed to be social places. People don't go to sit down restaurants alone very often, if ever. While I was sitting there contemplating this social situation I realized, it was Friday. Friday is considered to be the most social day of the week. It is the most common of date nights, especially in Utah. In fact I believe that is Barack Obama's date night. I sat there in a social location, on the most social day of the week, surrounded by groups of people yet all alone. I didn't really care, I just thought it was odd and I believe that most people around me thought the same thing. I gave my waiter a 50% tip. He wasn't particularly good; I just hope that he realized how much he is loved. I also wrote him a note and left it on the table. I have been thinking about going on a trip for a while now, one in which I am completely alone. I thought about the possibility of going off for a couple of months and exist in a city without friends or social connections and without joining or participating in any organization that would produce such relationships. Then, just document what life is like.
What is life like?
