Another first, if a dubious one

Man am I hungry. Actually while that statement is true as I type it, by the time I get around to posting this it will likely no longer be the case, as I am cooking spaghetti as I type to rectify that vary situation. However until I actually eat that spaghetti the statement stands, “man am I hungry.” I am not surprised that I am hungry, because I always get hungry when I go out drinking. I went out drinking because today one of my coworkers got married. My immediate supervisor, in fact, and since the wedding dance was held within walking distance of my house, and I wasn’t working, and she invited everyone at work who was interested, it seemed like a good idea to go. So this marks another first for this blog; I’m posting while tipsy. I’m at that lovely state where I’ve had just enough to drink, that I feel very good, but not so much that I’m going to do anything really stupid. I know this because as I was walking home I was drunk enough to think driving to Alexandria to go eat at Perkins sounded really good, but not so drunk that I didn’t immediately veto the idea as being pretty stupid (and let us not forget unsafe).

I had quite a bit of fun. This evening reminded me that I should go out more and make an effort to be more social. No offense to the people I regularly get together with for gaming, since that is in fact me going out and being social, but in addition to that I should go out and be more social in situations where there are strangers, and women present. The evening really brought home for me the fact that I have now officially been single for far too long. In what would have been an unlike me fashion I very nearly made an attempt to do something about that tonight. One of the bartenders there was very cute, and I had actually convinced myself to ask her for her phone number when alas I noticed the engagement ring. I take some solace in the fact I noticed the ring before asking her for her number, as opposed to after, but never the less but for that ring I would have taken a very big step tonight regardless of the outcome.

I did somewhat surprise myself by actually dancing at this wedding dance, which is more then I did at the wedding dances of my last two cousins who got married. I would go so far as to say I haven’t danced this much, at least this much in public, since my college days, and even then I only actually danced after I had consumed enough alcohol that I didn’t care that I was dancing. I cannot say that was the case this evening, I had only finished one drink when I started dancing tonight. I can only say that apparently when your other supervisor (as opposed to my immediate supervisor who was the bride) whom you have a small crush on suggests you join her on the dance floor your only correct answer is yes. Before anyone gets any ideas about there even being a slight possibility of an office romance in my future let me quash those thoughts by saying she’s a married woman. For that matter even if she wasn’t a married woman, the idea of dating someone I work with strikes me as being such a bad idea, that I’d never pursue it.

Well this post does in fact guarantee I will never tell anyone I work with that I have a blog. Let me end this post by saying two things. First my spaghetti was very good. Second, and in proper MasterCard commercial fashion, rum and coke at your supervisor’s wedding dance: $2.50. Being on the dance floor at the same time as your call center manager and dancing to “Baby Got Back” with her: priceless.