Party/Coffee

So I went out to Jay's cast party last night and genuinely had a good time. Drank some beers, spoke to some peoples, chilled, laughed, etc. 'Twas good.

I also bumped into this girl I ain't seen in a year or so. The day we met Jay spent 1/2 an hour convincing her to introduce herself and then slap me in the face.

It's this thing Jay and I used to do. Long story. But it got outta hand where we were actually hurting each other quite badly. So, the new rule is that slapping is only allowed when it is completely awesome. I got him onstage in front of an audience in an adlib moment, and so his retaliation was some years later getting a total stranger to hit me. It was awesome. I applauded him for it, and also was very impressed that this girl (for sake of discretion we'll call her 'Laura', although her real name is Amanda) that "Laura" actually went for it.

So we're talking and things are good, and then she asks for a hug just before she leaves. And maybe she asked if we were friends on facebook. Maybe that was me. I had had a lot to drink.

At any rate I asked Jay if Laura was single, he said he thought so, so an hour ago I sent her a msg asking to go for coffee or a beer sometime. Why not. What the Hell.

At this point it doesn't even really matter if she says yes, so much as it does that I actually asked her. Don't know anything about her, so I don't know if she's the sort of girl I'd like, or if she'd like me. Once again, not nearly as important as me putting myself out there. And doing it all brave-like. I know it's a tiny bullshit little step, but for me, it's a bigger step than you'd think.

I CAN have a good time, I CAN be fun. I CAN fight the shits that I often feel, much like I did before I headed to the par-tah.