Friday night was interesting. All things considered, it was a bad idea for me to meet anyone new that night. Two weeks of anxiety and stress seemed to peak on Friday. Still, I had agreed to go, and my stubbornness and desire to escape my roommate all but forced me out the door.
At the bar, I put on my best not-pissed-off face and wandered around a room full of strangers. Almost from the beginning, I was surprised by how friendly everyone was. I mingled and drank a bit. However, most of the night I found myself just watching the SG people and how they interacted with each other. They reminded me of my college friends. A month ago, I'd have jumped in the middle of everyone, but lately, i've been much less sociable.
Eventually, I fell into a comfortable rhythm of chatting with strangers and wandering around. The highlight of the evening was explaining to an aspiring midwife why I am an aspiring abortionist. I felt like I talked her ear off. I should have warned her that a conversation involving the ethics or politics of medicine will cause me to pull a soapbox out of my ass and exude righteous anger like a southern baptist at a NOW convention. However, the main difference between me and the small army of bapists that I've managed to piss off in my life is that I try to base my arguments on logic rather than a 4000-year-old book with an inconsistent narrative style and suspicious editing. What was I saying? Oh, yeah. Llona was nice.
So anyway, once I'd managed to self-medicate the screaming behind my eyes to a low buzz, it was time to go home. Then, I got to drive on some of the most fucked up streets this side of Fallujah. I do not like lots of ice and snow, especially when I'm driving at night. Add this to the fact that most Atlanta drivers don't know how to use their fucking turn signals, and you have my own little recipe for road rage.
Anyway, I made it back to the hotel eventualy, and I didn't wake up with anything tylenol can't cure, so things worked out pretty well.
At the bar, I put on my best not-pissed-off face and wandered around a room full of strangers. Almost from the beginning, I was surprised by how friendly everyone was. I mingled and drank a bit. However, most of the night I found myself just watching the SG people and how they interacted with each other. They reminded me of my college friends. A month ago, I'd have jumped in the middle of everyone, but lately, i've been much less sociable.
Eventually, I fell into a comfortable rhythm of chatting with strangers and wandering around. The highlight of the evening was explaining to an aspiring midwife why I am an aspiring abortionist. I felt like I talked her ear off. I should have warned her that a conversation involving the ethics or politics of medicine will cause me to pull a soapbox out of my ass and exude righteous anger like a southern baptist at a NOW convention. However, the main difference between me and the small army of bapists that I've managed to piss off in my life is that I try to base my arguments on logic rather than a 4000-year-old book with an inconsistent narrative style and suspicious editing. What was I saying? Oh, yeah. Llona was nice.
So anyway, once I'd managed to self-medicate the screaming behind my eyes to a low buzz, it was time to go home. Then, I got to drive on some of the most fucked up streets this side of Fallujah. I do not like lots of ice and snow, especially when I'm driving at night. Add this to the fact that most Atlanta drivers don't know how to use their fucking turn signals, and you have my own little recipe for road rage.
Anyway, I made it back to the hotel eventualy, and I didn't wake up with anything tylenol can't cure, so things worked out pretty well.
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i'll probably be out of town this weekend.