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muckefuckOkay, I'm officially overextended socially. I stayed in Friday because I knew I'd be out Saturday. Saturday I left the house at 2 p.m. and didn't return until 1 a.m.
First stop was a wine tasting in Lakeview. The theme was "Italian reds" and I'd hit up Uncle Betty for a recommendation, resulting in the purchase of two bottles of Cannonau (which is what Grenache is called when it's from Sardinia). They were not well-liked, placing tenth in a field of twelve. However, the wine brought by the part-owner of a wine and cheese place placed dead last so I don't feel too bad. The important thing is that I liked them, which is what happened the last time I took someone's recommendation for a wine I hadn't had before.
I was originally planning to stop by the house before my next event, or possibly ask out a friend who was also going there to dinner, but some of the partygoers were headed to an arcade bar afterwards and I let myself be talked into joining them. I also got talked into accepting two whiskys and decided I'd better slow down if I didn't want the night to end with me puking into a garbage can again.
I also decided I needed some food, so before I accepted a ride to another bar where a birthday party was in progress (rationalising that it at least got me closer to my ultimate goal), I asked, "Will there be food there?" There was and it wasn't terrible. There was also beer pong, which I hadn't ever seen played by anyone old enough to have received an AARP invitation before.
Snapping a group picture provided me with a convenient excuse to head out. I decided to be cheap and walk to the only party that evening I'd planned on going to but I'd badly underestimated both how far it was and how chilly it had gotten; no matter, I justified it as exercise.
Unfortunately it meant that I arrived at my friends' place so tired that I dropped into a corner of the sectional and literally didn't budge from there for two hours. I was enjoying snuggling with a couple of friendly fellows, but at some point I acknowledged that it made no sense to be doing here what I could easily do at home. So I left.
In retrospect, I got my first clue that perhaps I've been pushing myself to hard to socialise at the first gathering. I'd arrived slightly early, while the hosts were still preparing, and took responsibility for making the introductions. I came to the flabbergasting realisation that I was the only one there besides the hosts who knew everyone one there by name. Maybe I don't have to worry so much about putting myself out there in order not to be forgotten.
First stop was a wine tasting in Lakeview. The theme was "Italian reds" and I'd hit up Uncle Betty for a recommendation, resulting in the purchase of two bottles of Cannonau (which is what Grenache is called when it's from Sardinia). They were not well-liked, placing tenth in a field of twelve. However, the wine brought by the part-owner of a wine and cheese place placed dead last so I don't feel too bad. The important thing is that I liked them, which is what happened the last time I took someone's recommendation for a wine I hadn't had before.
I was originally planning to stop by the house before my next event, or possibly ask out a friend who was also going there to dinner, but some of the partygoers were headed to an arcade bar afterwards and I let myself be talked into joining them. I also got talked into accepting two whiskys and decided I'd better slow down if I didn't want the night to end with me puking into a garbage can again.
I also decided I needed some food, so before I accepted a ride to another bar where a birthday party was in progress (rationalising that it at least got me closer to my ultimate goal), I asked, "Will there be food there?" There was and it wasn't terrible. There was also beer pong, which I hadn't ever seen played by anyone old enough to have received an AARP invitation before.
Snapping a group picture provided me with a convenient excuse to head out. I decided to be cheap and walk to the only party that evening I'd planned on going to but I'd badly underestimated both how far it was and how chilly it had gotten; no matter, I justified it as exercise.
Unfortunately it meant that I arrived at my friends' place so tired that I dropped into a corner of the sectional and literally didn't budge from there for two hours. I was enjoying snuggling with a couple of friendly fellows, but at some point I acknowledged that it made no sense to be doing here what I could easily do at home. So I left.
In retrospect, I got my first clue that perhaps I've been pushing myself to hard to socialise at the first gathering. I'd arrived slightly early, while the hosts were still preparing, and took responsibility for making the introductions. I came to the flabbergasting realisation that I was the only one there besides the hosts who knew everyone one there by name. Maybe I don't have to worry so much about putting myself out there in order not to be forgotten.