"Girls Can Have Sideburns Too."
So, last night after work I went out to the bar with a few of my co-workers for the second time in history. (It's practically a nightly thing with some of them).
I enjoyed this time more because there were more people and it seemed a little less smoky.
I ordered a white Russian (Thank you, Jeffiner...it's the only thing I like besides a martini). And sat and listened to everyone talk.
About half-way through my drink, I was about ready to go home (that's my standard stopping point, oh me of little tolerance). But then somebody mentioned both Harry Potter and Firefly. Let the fun begin.
I stayed until 1 AM. I was mocked by various people for being:
1. Anti-social
2. A "Dandy" for having a low tolerance)
3. A nerd
One of my friends decided to inform the entire table that she had drunk three beers in the time I'd taken to consume 3/4th of my drink. All my ice had melted so they commented on how gross it must taste.
One of the guys bought me a second drink even though I said no repeatedly. I only had a few sips from that one, but I think I was close to going beyond my level of tolerance. I walked home just fine.
I may go out with them again in a week or two.
I'm trying to figure out if going out is part of getting older or a compromise of my strict morals? Am I starved for social interaction?
In other news, cute semi-regular customer keeps showing up and making random comments about my appearance. "You have your hair pulled back today...I'm getting to know you so well."
I enjoyed this time more because there were more people and it seemed a little less smoky.
I ordered a white Russian (Thank you, Jeffiner...it's the only thing I like besides a martini). And sat and listened to everyone talk.
About half-way through my drink, I was about ready to go home (that's my standard stopping point, oh me of little tolerance). But then somebody mentioned both Harry Potter and Firefly. Let the fun begin.
I stayed until 1 AM. I was mocked by various people for being:
1. Anti-social
2. A "Dandy" for having a low tolerance)
3. A nerd
One of my friends decided to inform the entire table that she had drunk three beers in the time I'd taken to consume 3/4th of my drink. All my ice had melted so they commented on how gross it must taste.
One of the guys bought me a second drink even though I said no repeatedly. I only had a few sips from that one, but I think I was close to going beyond my level of tolerance. I walked home just fine.
I may go out with them again in a week or two.
I'm trying to figure out if going out is part of getting older or a compromise of my strict morals? Am I starved for social interaction?
In other news, cute semi-regular customer keeps showing up and making random comments about my appearance. "You have your hair pulled back today...I'm getting to know you so well."
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