It's that time of year again, where there are preparations being made to get duded and dolled-up to celebrate the Birthday Ball. Today a senior guy asked if I made reservations yet at the hotel where we are holding it (downtown Indy). I said no, and I had no intention to stay the night there. He naturally asked why. I said because I do not plan on drinking wildly with people that I'd like respect from the morning after plus the next two years. He said alright, but kind of urged me for more, so I relented that I was dually weirded out by attending by myself.
This is the first time in 7 years I won't have Alison.
Well in Japan we were all stag so it was okay.
He automatically replied that I should get a date.
Insert foot after sentence.
I told him I was not quite ready, well not ready at all for that, and that I was content to stay for the ceremony and go on my way.
I faught a tear during that last sentence, and knew I was not quite alright.
I may go UA.
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