There must have been over 30 bloggers at Atomic last night. I kept trying to count, but they kept moving around, damnit. I always feel bad because there’s always someone I miss when it’s time to say goodbye.
Trying to leave Atomic before the party is over is like trying to sneak out of a debutante ball. It’s difficult. Being a good Southerner, I feel compelled to say goodbye to every single person.
Occassionally I accidentally say goodbye to a total stranger who just happens to be sitting at the bar.
“I’m so sorry we didn’t get to talk.”
“Um. Me too. Who are you, lady?”
That actually worked out pretty well the last time that happened, as I was able to I lure my unsuspecting new friends to see the 9th Wave at the Royal Lee…
At any rate, I think the only solution is to be the very last person to leave from now on.
I finally got to meet Matt and asian viking girl (yes, I know, that was actually last week. I’m slow).
I also finally got to introduce Husband to the guy I almost went to my high school prom with. OK, it was more complicated than that, but that wouldn’t be as dramatic sounding. And today I’m all about the drama.
Speaking of which, you should be sorry you missed my semi-hysterical call back to the salon this morning. I heard myself actually saying to the receptionist, “Look, there are a lot of reasons I’m crazy, but this one in particular I can explain to you.” Then I went on at great length about how I looked like a frumpy soccer mom and I can’t start the semester looking like a soccer mom. I know this is all very shallow sounding, but obsessing over this prevents me from freaking out over the actual course planning.
But enough of that. It’s time to go to Target.