So Saturday night I went to a party, against my better judgement. The birthday girl, Katie, started drinking about 4pm and the shindig began about 10pm, which should give you a pretty accurate framework to imagine how enubriated she already was when I showed up and realized I didn't know any of the four dozen people there. I did a Jakob Dylan and played the wallflower for about the first half an hour and waited for some familiar face to float by.

Fortunately, some of my fellow TAPS coworkers finally showed up, and from then on, everything was alright until Katie decided that the stripper pole she was dancing on wasn't good enough, and I somehow ended up being the pole:



Needless to say, I was quite embarassed, as the room's attention migrated that way. Nevertheless, it was great to get to know the people I work with a bit better, and I finally got to meet Jon's girlfriend who justed moved out here from Indiana to live with him.

I suppose if my tolerance level weren't so high, I would have had more fun...