Awkward and Crazy
So, yes. The fancy annual dinner at The Job last night was about as boring and awkward as I expected it to be. My +1 also had to jump ship at the 11th hour, due to a new job, so I was left to navigate the waters with nothing but my camera at my side, heh. Fortunately, I kept busy taking photos, and there was also a hosted bar, so after three glasses of wine and a pretty tasty meal, I felt at least a little less robbed of my time, heh.
Being in the youngest demographic doesn't make these things easy, though, *especially* when the few other people in said demographic didn't even GO to the dinner. Also, when I was getting up to leave, one of the over-50 gents at my table said in his best Dad Voice, "go straight home." I mean... really, dude? A) I'm 30-years-old, B) I was vaguely tipsy at worst, C) I'm one of your colleagues, and D) Come ON.
Fortunately, being downtown without my car, wearing a pretty dress and uncomfortable shoes, and looking for an excuse to run away from a dull and awkward social occasion, led to spontaneous drinks and good times with daemonwise and equally spontaneous donuts from Voodoo. (ATTN katlyn: I have, at last, consumed a peach fritter!) So, the evening ended on a good note.
Tonight's another evening of crazy, with wushu, a girly get-together, and dancing at Holocene. Tomorrow is sleeping in (YES!), catching up on work, a senior rep interview, and then Horse Brass with some Potentially-Good Company.
OH, and Sunday: I'm volunteering at the North American Organic Brewers' Festival! I've been to this brewfest before and greatly enjoyed the beers, so I definitely recommend dropping in. And, well, I'd pretty happy if anyone came out to pay me a visit, seeing as I'm the only one among those I talked with about it who actually followed through on volunteering. ;)
Oy vey. I'm happy the week is almost over.
Being in the youngest demographic doesn't make these things easy, though, *especially* when the few other people in said demographic didn't even GO to the dinner. Also, when I was getting up to leave, one of the over-50 gents at my table said in his best Dad Voice, "go straight home." I mean... really, dude? A) I'm 30-years-old, B) I was vaguely tipsy at worst, C) I'm one of your colleagues, and D) Come ON.
Fortunately, being downtown without my car, wearing a pretty dress and uncomfortable shoes, and looking for an excuse to run away from a dull and awkward social occasion, led to spontaneous drinks and good times with daemonwise and equally spontaneous donuts from Voodoo. (ATTN katlyn: I have, at last, consumed a peach fritter!) So, the evening ended on a good note.
Tonight's another evening of crazy, with wushu, a girly get-together, and dancing at Holocene. Tomorrow is sleeping in (YES!), catching up on work, a senior rep interview, and then Horse Brass with some Potentially-Good Company.
OH, and Sunday: I'm volunteering at the North American Organic Brewers' Festival! I've been to this brewfest before and greatly enjoyed the beers, so I definitely recommend dropping in. And, well, I'd pretty happy if anyone came out to pay me a visit, seeing as I'm the only one among those I talked with about it who actually followed through on volunteering. ;)
Oy vey. I'm happy the week is almost over.