I'm back from the beach. Sixty degrees and cloudy, my left buttock. It was sunny and warm (with the everpresent fresh seabreeze). If I expected to get a break from the incessant sunshine, I was out of luck. It was lovely, if sunny.
This week, OC is in Ye Olde Theatre Camp, and that is going very well despite some difficult behavior situation which I dealt with beautifully if I do say so myself.
In short: I don't have anything of substance to post right this second due to time constraints. Furthermore, I don't have time to compose anything tonight. Finally, tomorrow morning looks bad, too.
In conclusion, these few paragraphs are offered as a pittance while I go off to be with strange women who have eat and drink before they incidentally throw dice around to play something called bunco. (I thought it would be a good place to meet new people, make friends.) I have to go figure out what to wear. I need to find something that says "I want to be your friend desperately!" but leaves out the "desperately" part.
How was bunco? I've heard of it and was skeptical, but it seems like the game leaves lots of time for talking, which would be good!
ReplyDeleteDid you make any new friends at Bunco?? Seems like as good a place as any to meet people. I'm going to a tea party tonight to sip chamomile or rooibos with ladies I don't know. Hopefully I'm successful as well!
ReplyDeleteI've been asked to join several bunco groups, but it is just too much of a pain in the rear for me to be worth it.
ReplyDeleteSo, I am a substitute for one of the groups I actually like. You HAVE to have the majority of the people playing be fun or you sit in horrific silence the whole night. Shudder.