I'm at the fight right now.
I've spent most of it physically present but mentally checked out.
Around me, people are drinking and cheering and, in some cases, critiquing the fighters and commenting on how much better they would have done in the same circumstances.
Most of this is passed over by me as ignorance.
Matt is texting me about playing Guitar Hero. Each time this has occurred he has somehow managed to moss the date and so we don't play. My texts get no response. My text on subsequent days to reschedule get no response.
Considering that he asked me to be more proactive about inviting him for hangout time to develop our potential friendship, it strikes me as odd that he responds so seldom unless he desires to play at that very moment.
In the end, I'm over caring about it.
Much like everything else right now.
Rickey is about to fight. After this, I will go home. I am glad of that. The walk will be refreshing.
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