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There are some moments where, when you find yourself in the middle of them, you think: “I am doing things correctly.” Saturday night, as I sat down at a barstool with a gin and tonic in one hand and a Krispy Kreme donut in the other, I had one of those moments.

When folks talk about college as the best years of their lives, I am suspicious, because I don’t know about y’all but my college years never once paired glazed donut and gin, so, point and match to adulthood.

The glazed donut and gin combo happened early in the evening of the end-of-season party for the theatre. The night continued to live up to its promise, because alcohol and dancing and people who have a vested professional interest in other humans paying attention to them for being funny is a recipe for a grand ol’ time, particularly when the DJ is playing “Everybody” and folks are making a Really Concerted Effort to creep on the “am I sexual?” lyric.

The evening was a nice reminder of the fact that I have Made Some Friends in the last year. The after party for the end-of-season party last year was the closing party at the theatre’s old space. I went to the closing party and knew almost no one except for the girl I came with, my improv teacher, and this Dude from Twitter. I got drunk and danced because I knew almost no one, so no one would be paying attention to me.

This year I knew most everyone at the party, and people said very nice drunk things to me in the bathroom, and I danced because I was drunk and with friends and I don’t mind looking silly in front of friends as much as I used to. It is a nice change.

On top of that, I spent Sunday at the 2014 repeat of last year’s slip and slide party. And it was raining, and I knew very few people, and it didn’t matter because there was beer and a slip and slide, so screw it. I met new people and drank and fell with repeated, uncoordinated glee into a pool of cold-ass water. I had fun.

Beginning to get to a point in my life where I’m repeating fun yearly events is reassuring to me. I’m making a little life for myself in Atlanta. Things are good. I’ve got gin and donuts and people.