A note on partying

Certain people have asked me why it is I shy away from the big partying that I was once so famous for, and I've tried to explain this as best I can, but you'd just have to be in my own head to really get it. But, there is a very good reason why I only go out for a big blowout once every couple of months, and Friday night was a prime example of that. Yes, I had a great time. Yes, I met lots of awesome people. Yes, the whole night seemed entirely designed to stroke my ego (I was given more phone numbers in the first hour of the evening than I've been given in an entire year, and there were many more hours that followed). But, there's no good reason why I made it home in one piece. None. When I go out, I have two speeds: on and off. And, it's a miracle to me that I've survived some of my "on" nights. So, until the next time that I get bored and want a kickstart (or until I give up on seeing my friend Kathy in any other circumstances), I'm going back to being an old lady for a while here. At least until the manic schedule of the classes I'm taking ends in 6 weeks. And, god willing, my unbelievable luck will continue to hold.