Crashing parties
Like I said, it’s been a while but I’m slowly getting back to my old rhythm after close to a decade of madness.
Remember telling Alison that the holidays, I’d be out almost every night for parties to hand out business cards and meet new clients.
These days, I’m just out at parties trying to remember what it was like to be me without the crazy and the sadness again.
Just before Xmas, I crashed the Firecracker’s office party for the second year in a row.
Her: My coworker wants to buy you a drink.
Me: Sweeeeeeeet.
Woulda stayed longer but I had to dash because I also had to head to the annual Xmas party in my next-door building.
Me: I’m always so grateful that you think to invite us.
Him: Of course! Wouldn’t have it any other way.
The kids were having a grand time there with some cool magicians and endless carbs.
But, once again, I couldn’t stay long because I was supposed to meet up with my college buddies downtown at Wu’s Wonton King.
Me: I gotta run, kiddo.
Him: Already?!
Me: Sorry, but I should be back before you go to bed.
Him: Promise.
Me: (nodding) I’ll do my best.
Location: The aft of a ship, watching Miami go by
Mood: a little under the weather
Music: We go back to the start when you’re back (Spotify)
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