I went out last night. One of my co-workers had a little get-together to celebrate his birthday. He's about six feet, five inches tall and not hard on the eyes, so it was a no-brainer when he invited me. Of course, the fact that I hadn't been out in about six months didn't hurt, either.
We met at his house for drinks before going to the club. His friends consisted of a guy that works with us and one of his hometown friends. Both guys were cute enough, but I felt like the elder stateswoman. Neither of them knew that was old enough to be their mother because, thankfully, my face doesn't tell my story, but it was interesting to me nevertheless.
I say interesting because the level of conversation was so far removed from the things my friends and I talk about. It wasn't unintelligent by any stretch, but it just didn't resonate with me in a way that would make me want to engage in it again.
After a careful analysis of the situation, I decided that the best way to deal it was to check out, if you know what I mean. I had a shot of Absolut Vanilla at the house, and a Brazilian Mojito and something made with Absolut Vanilla and Frangelico called a Chocolate Cake at the club. The evening was much more tolerable after that. :)
Those of you know me well know that I was way past my limit in alcohol consumption. Thankfully I made it home -- after a stop at Taco Bell -- and I went to sleep. I woke up late this morning, but thankfully I didn't have a hangover.
Now I'm just debating on whether I'll go to another party this evening. The guy who invited me has really good taste in music, and he seems to be progressive without pretense, so it should be a good time. Wish me luck...
We met at his house for drinks before going to the club. His friends consisted of a guy that works with us and one of his hometown friends. Both guys were cute enough, but I felt like the elder stateswoman. Neither of them knew that was old enough to be their mother because, thankfully, my face doesn't tell my story, but it was interesting to me nevertheless.
I say interesting because the level of conversation was so far removed from the things my friends and I talk about. It wasn't unintelligent by any stretch, but it just didn't resonate with me in a way that would make me want to engage in it again.
After a careful analysis of the situation, I decided that the best way to deal it was to check out, if you know what I mean. I had a shot of Absolut Vanilla at the house, and a Brazilian Mojito and something made with Absolut Vanilla and Frangelico called a Chocolate Cake at the club. The evening was much more tolerable after that. :)
Those of you know me well know that I was way past my limit in alcohol consumption. Thankfully I made it home -- after a stop at Taco Bell -- and I went to sleep. I woke up late this morning, but thankfully I didn't have a hangover.
Now I'm just debating on whether I'll go to another party this evening. The guy who invited me has really good taste in music, and he seems to be progressive without pretense, so it should be a good time. Wish me luck...
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