259 e's party

 

 

 

 

• Jan. 19, 2002

   

  Well...it was about what I expected. e was pretty drunk but not
  as drunk as she was acting. Buncha good looking young athletic
  professionals. Lots of talkign about mountain biking. Talked to one
  guy..mike? Matt? dunno....Anyway, he and some other guy started
  talking about some very steep, narrow trail that he was afraid to go
  down. And I listened politely. Then Matt/Mike/whatever EXPLAINED what
  he and his mtn biking buddy had just been discussing. Like I don't
  know what a trail, a bike, and gravity do together. Duh. Just because
  I don't mountain bike does not mean I do not understand the concept.
  I guess he was trying to be polite by re-including me in the
  conversation.
  
  So I told him I like skating. Inside. Mentioned Playland adult
  tuesdays. He said maybe he and his wife would come out. Guess he had
  to mention the wife because the big fat ugly girl was probably
  hitting on him or something.
  
  Played with the host's cat for a bit. A lovely grey and black maine
  coon. Very pretty.
  
  Anyhoo...then I had to run away, despite e and Fred encouraging
  me to stay, and Fred saying he hadn't gotten a chance to talk with me
  yet. yagh.
  
  Big expensive house full of drunk beautiful people. Not me. Not my
  scene. I had to run away. So very much not my scene. I'd brought my
  flask with the 16 yr old Bushmill's that my dad brought at
  Thanksgiving...was drinking that and chasing with coke. but not
  enough to get drunk and not even enough to overcome my inhibitions
  and talk with people...
  
  I suck.
  
  I am a social retard.
  
  I should just stay home.