averagenobody

I was supposed to go to a party tonight; one where new teachers could hang out before the beginning of the school year. I drove to Oakland (from SF) to go to the party, and when I got there I had a social anxiety attack and couldn't go in the party. I drove around for a bit and then decided to go home without going to the party.

The instant I got across the bridge I started drinking the alcohol I brought for the party, as I felt like such a supreme loser. Good times?