Last nights DIY sushi party in San Francisco was a smashing success. At a certain point I realized why I like parties so much better than the gym. At the gym all the women are gorgeous, and I hate them! At a party with friends, all the women are gorgeous and I LOVE them! It's been a while since I've been out. Mixing and mingling, sharing stories, telling anyone who will listen how excited I am to start class in three weeks felt really good. Highlight of the evening was dancing to Outkast in the living room, shaking our groovy 30 something butts as if we were all just 23.
Special thanks to JM for riding home on BART with me, and preventing me from changing trains again, after I forgot that I had already done so.
* I think maybe it wasn't three drinks. I think it was 2 midori, soda & vodka and 2 godiva, lemon vodka and soda, and I think that maybe, just maybe, they were bigger than a standard drink. The water I drank was oh so necessary, as was sleeping with my feet on the wall to prevent bedspins.
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