Monday, January 19, 2004
last night was sort of the pinnacle of depression, but things turned up shortly after i wrote that angsty little note (see previous blog entry). i went to bed and then the phone rang and it was jake and he wanted to chill, and so me and jake and danny and his roommate brandon went out to Hardee's at 2:30 AM. it was foolish and great, and it really made me feel 3,000% better.
so tonight i went to the Cambus holiday party. it wasn't SO great i thought, partially because the bar at which it was held, the Sports Column, frankly kind of sucks. but i think it mostly had to do with the fact that i am inherently not the partying type. also: the party admission included free beer, which is fine if you are able to choke down beer (which i'm really not). but if you want mixed drinks you have to pay the normal price. the high points of the night were these:
1) getting Dave, Steve, and Sara to pose for a picture. we won't get into why this was a high point for me, because the explanation is immense, and you still wouldn't understand.
2) toward the end of the evening, Megan, Dan and I were at a booth and i was drawing this weird-ass picture on a napkin. all kinds of people would show up at our table and sit down and talk to us, and then i would show them the picture i'd drawn and then they would immediately go away. it was hilarious.
i guess only an antisocial person would do things like this and then consider it the high point of their evening. i mean, when you think of "high point" most people probably think of getting laid or winning the kegstand contest. so i think i've come to the conclusion that parties are not my thing. i left at about the time that the whole thing became a big beersoaked lovefest. love isn't my thing, although i really, really wish it were.
so i feel pretty good. i'm glad i'm not fooling myself about things like this.
so tonight i went to the Cambus holiday party. it wasn't SO great i thought, partially because the bar at which it was held, the Sports Column, frankly kind of sucks. but i think it mostly had to do with the fact that i am inherently not the partying type. also: the party admission included free beer, which is fine if you are able to choke down beer (which i'm really not). but if you want mixed drinks you have to pay the normal price. the high points of the night were these:
1) getting Dave, Steve, and Sara to pose for a picture. we won't get into why this was a high point for me, because the explanation is immense, and you still wouldn't understand.
2) toward the end of the evening, Megan, Dan and I were at a booth and i was drawing this weird-ass picture on a napkin. all kinds of people would show up at our table and sit down and talk to us, and then i would show them the picture i'd drawn and then they would immediately go away. it was hilarious.
i guess only an antisocial person would do things like this and then consider it the high point of their evening. i mean, when you think of "high point" most people probably think of getting laid or winning the kegstand contest. so i think i've come to the conclusion that parties are not my thing. i left at about the time that the whole thing became a big beersoaked lovefest. love isn't my thing, although i really, really wish it were.
so i feel pretty good. i'm glad i'm not fooling myself about things like this.
