Two more farewell parties this weekend. One Friday night where we met up with The Three Wild Women at the Boathouse - bad influences, all. It's an experience being the only guy in a group of rambunctious women and a ready supply of alcohol. Some topics of conversation my mother never warned me about.
The other party was here last night with some friends. The scotch lasted just long enough, but we could have used just a little more for martinis. It was very good to see everyone.
It's also good to have friends who can put you in your place sometimes. I was reprimanded several times for being too typically "Jaded". I think I need to hear it a little more often - from sources other than Bitter.
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