Well, party anyway. Work party. Farwell party for someone I once knew and worked with (although not closely with), before he got really important and stuff and went into management. But at least I knew who he was and could say 'good luck', at least.
So, how did I do?
+ I played two games of pool, and won both (by my opponent self-destructing and sinking the 8-ball while ahead, both times).
+ I participated in no fewer than *3* conversations, relatively actively.
+ I only had one helping of food and didn't make out like a pig.
+ I consumed alcohol conspicuously.
- The above activities only took about an hour of the three hours I was trapped at the party. The rest of the time I wandered around, played video games, WATCHED people play video-games, or sat with my head on the table, half asleep.
- I had two pepsis and only one drink with alcohol in it, and I had to ask the bartender to recommend something because I don't know what any of the mixed drinks are called (I ended up having a 'Baseball Bat'. It wasn't too bad.)
- I mentioned gaming. Doh.
So, overall, I think... well, I survived. It's not like I have a good reputation to protect or anything anyway. God, I hate parties. Current Mood: stressed