June 28

  More fairy tale days. Went to first CS party at a very nice bar on the Hudson River. I was kind of nervous about it and thinking of not going, because WP roomie (who needs a better nickname) was going to be the only one I'd know. Then he messaged me asking for a ride (it's not on my way) and I agreed because, well, I love him.

  Okay, no, not like that... although it was hard to keep that in mind when he turned up my radio, said "Oh, do you like your Glenn Miller?" in that accent, and started a "Chattanooga Choo-Choo" singalong.

  More on the party later, but suffice it to say that I can't believe I just spent 5 hours hanging out with almost exclusively 30-something aged foreign guys... and enjoyed it. Everyone else was much more talkative than I was, but I didn't mind listening to these dudes' crazy stories about surfing, gambling, schooling, and living ridiculous lives around the world. I'm glad I went even though I was scared, just because it was something new to experience, and turned out okay.

  Who am I and what have I done with the old me? More importantly, can I swing it so that she never has to come back?