i just had a very peculiar three days, much of which was spent shopping, at parties with mostly-strangers, or with ex-boyfriends. it was actually a very lovely weekend, except for the guilt involved in not spending enough time writing Game. but, damnit, it's pretty fucking clear that tomorrow we're going to get together and find that we haven't done what we thought we would be able to get done, and have way to much work to go, and so we're not going to be able to run in October. it's not exactly inspiring.
i am proud of myself about the parties. i was brave enough to go to them (especially the first one last night, as i was really barely even invited to that one), and i talked not just to the people i knew and the people i sort of knew, but also to the people i hadn't known at all, and didn't do anything to stupid or awkward or embarassing or bitchy. it was good.
Chad and i had a good lunch on Friday. And Mike and i had a good lunch on Saturday (the party i went to today was in celebration of his wedding next month to a really great girl). And on Friday i spent way too much money at Filene's, and on Saturday i spent way too much money at Poor Little Rich Girl and McIntyre and Moore's Booksellers. And it was fun.
and i think i may have reached my cute people interaction quota for a few days. i would just like to state i've been very brave, and i even managed to not embarass myself in my bravery. i wasn't actually *forward* or anything, just brave. the right amount of brave. on multiple occasions. for extended periods of time. it was astonishing.