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My Plans for Tonight: Frozen pizza from Trader Joe's, getting started on reading Rebecca for Monday, watch Legend of the Seeker while playing DDO.
Point at Which I Realized My Plans Had Gone Seriously Awry: standing in the checkout line with a fifth each of rum and vodka while E and C did their best Secret Agents routine two aisles away trying to pretend they'd never seen me before (and hadn't just slipped me the cash to buy the booze).
I feel like I have an obligation to record it every time I have a social life, since it happens about, oh, once in a blue moon. And it's weird, but I always forget until I'm around people again that I am not actually an introvert - I'm anti-social, and socially awkward, but once I'm a place where I feel comfortable, I like being around people. People are fun! Doing stuff is fun! Doing stuff with people is really fun! (You can tell I'm an extrovert-in-disguise, because I am really wired right now.) It's just hard to remember that when I'm getting all stupidly anxious over the idea of talking to strangers and feeling like an awkward dork.
This was pretty far on the mellow side of things though! E and C (who live two doors down from me and whom I know really well from work) dragged me over to say hi, and then we ended up driving to Safeway so we could combine their Having Money powers and my Over 21 powers and get large amounts of alcohol. And then there was socializing! E invited some of her other friends over and we hung out in their living room and drank. The original plan was Shirley Temples with vanilla vodka, but there also ended up being Irish cream, wine-inna-box, and some truly vile pineapple tequila. At least I assume it was vile, judging from the faces everyone made. I stuck to Shirley Temples without vodka in them, because I am the most boring college student ever. Luckily, I am still capable of spouting awesome amounts of bullshit while utterly sober, so it wasn't that obvious I was the only non-drinking person in the room.
Tomorrow I shall go back to lurking in my apartment like a proper recluse, but it was nice to get out for once.
Point at Which I Realized My Plans Had Gone Seriously Awry: standing in the checkout line with a fifth each of rum and vodka while E and C did their best Secret Agents routine two aisles away trying to pretend they'd never seen me before (and hadn't just slipped me the cash to buy the booze).
I feel like I have an obligation to record it every time I have a social life, since it happens about, oh, once in a blue moon. And it's weird, but I always forget until I'm around people again that I am not actually an introvert - I'm anti-social, and socially awkward, but once I'm a place where I feel comfortable, I like being around people. People are fun! Doing stuff is fun! Doing stuff with people is really fun! (You can tell I'm an extrovert-in-disguise, because I am really wired right now.) It's just hard to remember that when I'm getting all stupidly anxious over the idea of talking to strangers and feeling like an awkward dork.
This was pretty far on the mellow side of things though! E and C (who live two doors down from me and whom I know really well from work) dragged me over to say hi, and then we ended up driving to Safeway so we could combine their Having Money powers and my Over 21 powers and get large amounts of alcohol. And then there was socializing! E invited some of her other friends over and we hung out in their living room and drank. The original plan was Shirley Temples with vanilla vodka, but there also ended up being Irish cream, wine-inna-box, and some truly vile pineapple tequila. At least I assume it was vile, judging from the faces everyone made. I stuck to Shirley Temples without vodka in them, because I am the most boring college student ever. Luckily, I am still capable of spouting awesome amounts of bullshit while utterly sober, so it wasn't that obvious I was the only non-drinking person in the room.
Tomorrow I shall go back to lurking in my apartment like a proper recluse, but it was nice to get out for once.