Jonesin' for a drink

So tonight I was alone at Holland Village, and I could not for the life of me rustle up any kaki (pals) to come have a drink with me.

I was at Holland Village because I have a Pilates class anyway. I was alone because other Christmas drink plans had been cancelled on me at the last minute. I couldn't get anyone else because, I dunno, I have bad karma or something.

On the one hand, I like the intensity of sitting down to write for days at a stretch. On the other hand, it does leave me feeling that any preciously scheduled recreation time ought not to lie unusued if I've already scheduled it.

I think the word I'm looking for is du lan (a stronger version of being disgruntled).