partay

I never want to go to social events, ever. Hell, I don't even want to hang out with my good friends most of the time. It feels awkward. I feel awkward. Almost all of the communication I do with everyone is electronic. Instant messages, email, flicker, sometimes phone or text messages, but not very often even the phone. 90 percent (easily) of my social interaction comes from the computer. I am starting to feel more and more uncomfortable in my own skin...

I know this is a bad thing.

My boss asked me at the last minute if I could go to our company's VIP party and take photos. I didn't want too, of course, but some things arn't really as optional as they sound. I had to do it...

So last nigh I thought I was dressed okay. I had on shoes I felt comfortable in - my hair was behaving... my black tee shirt, in my head anyway, was as slimming as I could ask for... and at first I still wanted to puke. Being expected to talk to strangers, and initiate conversations, is one of the scariest things I can think of.

But ya know... it wasn't really THAT bad. Sure it was easier because my name tag clearly told everyone that I'm not just a freak trying to take their picture. Being a legitimate photographer there on legitimate business did lend to my legitimacy.. ;)

Lightning was flashing, thunder roared - It POURED like it would never stop - and the party went on. It was moved from the patio into a covered terrace.. as muggy as hell, no air.. but lots of cute dykes and chatty fags and gallons and gallons of alchohol.

Some people hugged me... I smelled like sweat and cologne by the end of the night. Everyone did. Sweat, cologne, and pineapple martinis... and It felt good.

Very unexpected. I think I am going to try to get out more. It was nice to network a little.. smile some.. laugh.. do all that stuff that humans do. Maybe my electronic life is a little overrated. I suppose semi-sterile relationships of emoticons ;) and cyber (((((hugs))))), emotionally, can only take you so far.