|There's a great big world out there|
A few weeks ago a friend from my old job decided to set me up with a buddy of hers who is my age. Turns out, our age is probably the only thing we have in common. I agreed to meet up with them at a bar and listen to music. He arrived two hours late. The next day she encouraged me to tag along on an outing to a famous brewery in a nearby town, where I helped even out the gender ratio. Her boyfriend, the tardy friend, plus their out-of-state pal made five beer-tasters. It was a warm, bright day and the brewery tour was interesting and somehow I rode back to town with the out-of-state friend, who was funny and friendly, although he had an unreasonable (I thought) aversion to using the air conditioner. It was Labor Day weekend and so there was a barbecue the following day (tripling my social event count for the year) where the original set-up buddy arrived with a date who appeared to have been on the scene for quite some time. And naturally the out-of-state pal lives seven hours away so I'm home reading the archives of clever bloggers and wondering why I even leave my house at all.
|But this is good, too|
You might be surprised, given the circumstances, that I accepted an invitation to
So as you might expect I
Except today was Thursday.
|I can see everything just fine from right here.|
On real Friday, although I almost chickened out, I drove over again, if only to keep the party guests from talking about how I had lost all of my marbles since I left the company. Turns out the gathering was lively and it was great to see everyone and I received just the right amount of attention--neither too much nor too little. I got to say goodbye to the colleague who was
|Because I'm flexible like that|
I blame all the good bloggers for making me a social basket case. The lizard murmurs soothingly, just stay home and read books. Watch Breaking Bad and the West Wing. Or Grey Gardens.
|So maybe I should have dusted a little|
Seriously. Cats and all.