What I hate about (most) social events.
I am not an antisocial person. I'd say I get along with 98% of the people I meet right off the bat (at least until I get to know them more and find out whether or not they're assholes).
Here's the deal. I do not "mingle" well. Countless times have I gone with a group of friends to a party, BBQ, or similar gathering held by a friend of theirs who I barely know, if at all.
"Meet people, go mingle," I'm told. I don't do well in that scenario. Not very well at all. I much prefer introductions to "mingling" wherein you are introduced to someone by a mutual friend. You know, like this:
"Edward old boy, this is my chum, Murphy. Murphy, this is Edward. We were at school together."
Well, maybe not exactly like that (we only talk like that when we're three sheets to the wind) but you get the idea. Either I'm socially akward for today's society or I'm a stickler for bygone social etiquette. I prefer the later.
In other news, I bought a new backpack to take to Romania. It's a surplus Swiss Army rucksack made out of some heavy duty canvas and leather.
No, it does not have tiny backpacks that fold out of it.