Holiday Party #1

I was more than halfway through a piece of delicious cake that was made of "a stick of butter and four cups of sugar..." when I heard the story of how the sugar that the cake was made from had been in the house "forever."  Forever in this instance was defined as five years, but could have been much, much longer.  Its a boy house, and he's lived there for 12 years or so, so that damn sugar conceivably could have been purchased when I was still in college.

I put the cake down.  

And slowly backed away from it, trapping myself in a room where I didn't know anybody.

Parties where you don't know many people are much more fun when you are drinking.  Parties where you don't know many people, and most of those people are "aerospace engineers" (rocket scientists to us mortals) are much more fun when you are drinking mass quantities.  Unfortunately, due to the number of cops on the road this weekend, I'm not playing games.  I kept my drinking to the absolute minimum (large cup of cranberry juice.  Tiny little bit of vodka).  No beer pong for me.  But plenty of awkward conversation with a PhD Fluid Dynamicist (I am not making this up.  Couldn't, even if I tried).

Tonight is holiday party #2.  The one where I am hopeful that I will meet some interesting and cute single men.  Cross your fingers for me.