I Remember Why I, Now

I'm home and it's late, but at least I did make it home safely.  My first Halloween party in 25 years has come and gone.  I went as a veterinarian, bandaged stuffed kitty and all.  At first it was fun meeting all the people, as I really didn't know anyone there.  I had met a couple at a book group meeting several months ago, but it took some memory jogging on both sides.  It was put on by a couple who are members of a couple of the local meet-up groups.

The costumes were the usual assortment.  A couple of doctors, a ghost, a witch, a hooker, and the the hemlines went up from there.  Alcohol was served and the more scantily clad bunch seemed to have had quite their share, and the volume level in the room grew exponentially each hour the evening continued.  In fact they're probably still there.  Drunks are irritating.  There are several kinds: the sleepy ones, the angry/mean ones, the giggly ones, the sloppy ones who seem to find every surface slippery, and, of course, the loud ones.  Tonight, we had a roomful of the loud ones.

My throat hurts from trying to carry on conversations with the more sober of the guests.  I think this is why I haven't been to a party in all this time.  They just aren't that much fun anymore.  I went solo, and made quite a few business contacts, before the volume level of the room got too loud to carry on a conversation.

This was a solo event for me as Cameron is at a Navajo "Sweat Lodge" that he was invited to participate in tomorrow night.  He went with a friend, by bike, and since it takes about 5-6 hours to get to Gallup from here, they opted for staying an extra night.

I'm exhausted, but I'm stalling going to bed.  I'm like that when left alone.  I should be dying to pour myself to that nice, soft, mattress.  I spent the better part of today shopping for work clothes, specifically shoes.  It's terribly hard for me to find comfortable shoes.  I think I have a bone spur on the ball of one of my feet that really acts up with the wrong fit.  So, anyway, I've been on my feet most of the day, then at the party.  After I finish this, I should be unwound enough to get to sleep.

Oh, the work clothes are for my new job.  I start sometime next week, have to wait for the drug test results and background check to be finished.  I'll be working at Office Max, in the printing area.  This, like that dental office job, is within walking distance.  It's a little farther down the shopping center than the other, but will give me some much needed exercise.

Once I know my schedule at work, I'll need to make one for my own stuff.  I've been so discombobulated from being depressed about the lack of a job.  My desk is a mess, I have so much to do to prepare for my first Wild Orchid party, and have begun another potentially fun angle to my podcasts: small group discussion and interview with the author.  I've found a lot of interest in this, but will have to gradually build to that.  We will need to get headphones for each person (5, counting myself), a microphone holder for the one we currently have. It must have gotten lost in all the moves, and another electronic goody that I can't remember the name of.  Cameron will handle the acquisition of these items.  The most recent author I interviewed, which was last week, is a nationally acclaimed best selling author. So I asked her if she's ever been interviewed by a group before and she doesn't believe it's being done anywhere, at least not for a podcast. That adds some excitement to the project.

Well, I think I've wound down enough to make it off to bed.  I will, of course, keep you posted.  Good night!