Doing things correctly

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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.

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