I'm awkward in social situations. Seriously. I do okay one-on-one, but put me in a bigger group, and I'm a mess. Thankfully, there's usually alcohol in group situations, which saves me. But it would be nice to have a coping mechanism for situations where it is not appropriate to be drunk. Like baby showers. Baby showers are my worst nightmare.
I had two parties to go to Saturday night, which for most people, would just be fun. I was excited until Saturday morning, when I started thinking about the fact that I'd be going alone and that I wouldn't know most of the people at the parties. It sucks when you only know the host because she's going to be busy taking care of things and talking to everyone. I felt somewhat reassured after Amanda told me it would be a very small group at her house, and Mico reminded me that the advantage to going alone is that you can leave whenever you want. However, I was still nervous.
Luckily, it was not as bad as I thought it would be. Amanda did have just a small group of people, and everyone was really nice and funny. The only embarrassing part of the evening was when I confused Lenin with Lennon during a game of Apples to Apples. (The word was Patriotic, and I put down Lenin's tomb, thinking, "Everybody loves the Beatles!") But I had a really great time.
Jenna's house was fun, too, but thank God I'd had a few drinks before getting there. Her friend had brought this game called Quelf, whose creators were obviously high when they came up with it. This game was a social anxiety nightmare. The first card I drew asked me to beatbox. Never have I ever even attempted to beatbox. (Ooh, I should remember that. It might be useful during a game of "Never Have I Ever." I think it may be one of the few things I haven't done.) Well, I just wasn't drunk enough to do it. I did, however, really enjoy everyone else's silliness. And it was great to meet more people from church. Everyone was super nice. So once again, although we played a game out of my worst nightmares, I had a really great time.
The evening ended with a drunk texting conversation with Ryan. I woke up in the morning and found my phone underneath me in bed. I realized I'd passed out in the middle of our conversation. I refused to feel too guilty about it, however, considering the last text from him said, "Ooo," and the one before that said, "Nope. Dobrvwsbt."
Anyway, I think I did all right on Saturday, considering my social handicap.
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