i had never stayed until the closing of a bar before last night. its pretty awkward. lots of sober people pushing drunk people out into the street to disperse. i wasn't very drunk, just real tired, but it was weird.
We went out last night and i made myself go talk to people. everyone thinks i'm great at it. the truth is its scary. i just throw myself into it more, perhaps, than other people and so I fake it well? so, the first time i did it last night was great. we started talking to a group and it was the mingle part of the night.
much later i did it on a dance floor and got shooed away. but, it didn't really sting. i said some cheesy hey can we come dance with you girls. and she more or less said no thats alright. nick always told me you can't ask for permission to make moves. but i don't learn. so i walked away. that was ok though, it was last call (who knew they really make last call).
anyways, i didn't let us go to the "after party". i was tired and had work today. so we walked home. it was a good night but i realize i'm an old fogey at heart. i would have been happy reading my book and going to bed early. this is why i have to live in a city. if not, i'll just get a rocking chair and get started on being old.
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