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.