Randomly social
So now I've hit the random sociability limit. It should be noted that I'm thoroughly drunk as I type this. Recently I have chatted with a Brazillian chick and one who was in some environmentalist organisation who was suggesting I should donate to them when I was considering who I should donate to next.
I heard earlier today that my current crush (one Gabrielle) has a "sortof boyfriend", and given that I haven't met her in person yet, I think it's not really going to happen. So in the spirit of moving on from it, the following resulted.
Tonight I drank with the guys at work... technically the guys and Margaret. 4 Pints I had, so now I'm drunk and head home. So the girl I sit next to has an iPod going, and I chat with the one across (even better looking). It turns out she's a Law/Economics student, so being forthright here and now it's like woah, I'm excited, I hope it doesn't show. I chat with her for a long time, she's rather quiet, literally low volume. She has an educated view on reality and makes for very good conversation, I'm actually sufficiently interested that I ask for a phone number. I'm so into this, Wona all the way, Wona for the win!
Then I have some spare time, so I go to the local pub when I learn that I can't just drink with Dave. I start chatting with some chicks, one Emily (whose real name I learned, but I forgot - it wasn't worth remembering anyway), Kylie and Jenny. We chat for a long time over several drinks - and in the end, Kylie and Emily go on the offensive - I think my being and my style of life are offensive to their personal worth. Jenny is far more aware, but does not step in to the argument - and I wouldn't either, so I don't blame her.
I chat with the bar staff for a while. There is one Fiona, who the girls told me said she doesn't want to talk to me again (at this point I don't believe anything outside of Jenny's mouth, and she doesn't say it, so....) I'm supposed to remember her from the last time wandering through the pub and chatting to random chicks. Then there is ... Gemma Bowen (I really hope, she's one of the ones I *need* to remember for next time - maybe Miss Bowen will suffice), who recognises me from stories told by her brother from the time when I was advanced from high school. Finally there is Alice, whose name I promise that I won't remember ;)
Next I start heading home. I stop by Dave's place, and notice that there's a party across the street. I wander in, state what I'm doing and who I am, honest about the whole thing, and amazingly enough, they don't toss me out for being a gate crasher, they just accept me. The party turns out to be Alex's 29th, right near Stu's 30th, hosted in Phillipa's place, with Rachael giving me shit all night. Other attendees were Claire, De, Aleesha, Gemma and Scott, Marty, Brian, Neil, Sean, Rod, Phil and Jo(?). The average age was about 35, but they were cool, and this was inspiring. Also inspiring was my sudden ability to remember names, even in spite of the fact that I arrived there on over 13 drinks and left there on 18.
Anyway, the big win for the night is Wona's phone number, and the minor one is being able to randomly say hi to Phillipa (Pip). I am renewed in my intent of taking Retep (with Seb as accompaniment) to Men's Gallery in an attempt to inspire him to get laid before his 30th birthday.
As I end the message, I remember that I did some really cool stuff at work today and all week and it was all sent and all ready and it rocks. I am good at what I do - and while this may be saying a lot of myself, it should already have been obvious to anyone who knows me to this point.
I heard earlier today that my current crush (one Gabrielle) has a "sortof boyfriend", and given that I haven't met her in person yet, I think it's not really going to happen. So in the spirit of moving on from it, the following resulted.
Tonight I drank with the guys at work... technically the guys and Margaret. 4 Pints I had, so now I'm drunk and head home. So the girl I sit next to has an iPod going, and I chat with the one across (even better looking). It turns out she's a Law/Economics student, so being forthright here and now it's like woah, I'm excited, I hope it doesn't show. I chat with her for a long time, she's rather quiet, literally low volume. She has an educated view on reality and makes for very good conversation, I'm actually sufficiently interested that I ask for a phone number. I'm so into this, Wona all the way, Wona for the win!
Then I have some spare time, so I go to the local pub when I learn that I can't just drink with Dave. I start chatting with some chicks, one Emily (whose real name I learned, but I forgot - it wasn't worth remembering anyway), Kylie and Jenny. We chat for a long time over several drinks - and in the end, Kylie and Emily go on the offensive - I think my being and my style of life are offensive to their personal worth. Jenny is far more aware, but does not step in to the argument - and I wouldn't either, so I don't blame her.
I chat with the bar staff for a while. There is one Fiona, who the girls told me said she doesn't want to talk to me again (at this point I don't believe anything outside of Jenny's mouth, and she doesn't say it, so....) I'm supposed to remember her from the last time wandering through the pub and chatting to random chicks. Then there is ... Gemma Bowen (I really hope, she's one of the ones I *need* to remember for next time - maybe Miss Bowen will suffice), who recognises me from stories told by her brother from the time when I was advanced from high school. Finally there is Alice, whose name I promise that I won't remember ;)
Next I start heading home. I stop by Dave's place, and notice that there's a party across the street. I wander in, state what I'm doing and who I am, honest about the whole thing, and amazingly enough, they don't toss me out for being a gate crasher, they just accept me. The party turns out to be Alex's 29th, right near Stu's 30th, hosted in Phillipa's place, with Rachael giving me shit all night. Other attendees were Claire, De, Aleesha, Gemma and Scott, Marty, Brian, Neil, Sean, Rod, Phil and Jo(?). The average age was about 35, but they were cool, and this was inspiring. Also inspiring was my sudden ability to remember names, even in spite of the fact that I arrived there on over 13 drinks and left there on 18.
Anyway, the big win for the night is Wona's phone number, and the minor one is being able to randomly say hi to Phillipa (Pip). I am renewed in my intent of taking Retep (with Seb as accompaniment) to Men's Gallery in an attempt to inspire him to get laid before his 30th birthday.
As I end the message, I remember that I did some really cool stuff at work today and all week and it was all sent and all ready and it rocks. I am good at what I do - and while this may be saying a lot of myself, it should already have been obvious to anyone who knows me to this point.