A Single Girl on a Friday Night
By Citronella on Friday, October 10 2008, 21:55 - Permalink
I had no plans for tonight until around 4pm, when Tom, feeling probably sorry that my "so, any plans for the week-end?" lunch question was not met with more enthusiastic answers, mentioned that he heard an International Students party was taking place somewhere later on. "I used to know about that shit!" I exclaimed, fully aware that I've never liked that kind of party (a hundred people in a semi dark room with loud music and an explicit goal of getting drunk on cheap beer) and after more than a year of not showing up at any of them, it's not unexpected that I am not receiving invitations any more.
I had a feeling it would be advertised on Facebook and, sure enough, I found it. I noticed I only knew a handful of the people who confirmed their presence (whereas I used to know every single one of those who show up at these events) and did not really like half of them (that was a euphemism for you), but having confirmed starting time and location, decided to check it out nevertheless. Of course there will be a bunch of non-Facebook-registered people (and Tom said he might show up, though I doubt he will). And if I get bored I can, as I've always had, duck out after half an hour there.
In the meanwhile I behaved like a good little single girl on a Friday night and hopped into my pajamas ("pajamas"? What happened to "pyjamas", America?). I started by curling up on the bed with my laptop, checking out blogs and typing a few replies to personal messages. I then headed my way to the kitchen where, listening to Ella Fitzgerald, I merrily chopped away tomatoes and cucumbers in the preparation of a gazpacho. I had a quick chat with my roommate, on her way to a quiet evening with her boyfriend, and slipped back in front of my computer with a bowl of oatmeal. (Yes, I had oatmeal for dinner. Don't tell my mom, will ya?) Later on, I danced in my room to the sound of some rumba music, blended the gazpacho (I am fully aware you are supposed to let the vegetables sit for longer than that before blending them, but can I just call the result a cold vegetable soup and be away with it?), cleaned the kitchen a bit, took a shower and did my nails (the pretty vanilla polish is drying as I type).
And now, I get to put some red lipstick on, which I rarely do (for I don't wear lipstick when I'm on a date and don't wear such dramatic colors to work) and check out that party...
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And....???? :)
... and it was pretty much as I expected it to be. I stayed a bit more than one hour, though, and met quite a few people, but the conversation never really picked up past introductory comments (except with a few girls I already knew).
And I was asked several times if I was from Germany.
(Oh, and to the young Italian girl who said "oh" and walked away when I said I was in computer science: do they teach you this feeling of being better than anybody else in law school or are you just plain stupid?)