Date night

Blurb my brain:
I have a date this weekend. We are going to go to Red Lobster, maybe have a glass or wine or something and if I am lucky maybe we can go out dancing or something else after that. Maybe I can even crash at their house.

No, this is not a date with Fiancé. In fact, it isn't even with a boy. It is with a girl whom I met at a party. This party was a cookie exchange party, not some drunk fest. Ha.

But still, I am excited. It's like I told Bus Buddy, I think this is going to be the start of my social life. It's always hard to uproot your whole life, and starting social lives can be very difficult in a town like mine, inhabited by Campers. It's always been an issue with me. It is hard to squeeze into cliques and partake in their jokes and humor when they have been humoring for their whole lives.

But, of course, things like this take time, money, and patience (of which I have none). So fingers crossed Average Army (I am dubbing you guys that unless you come up with a better name [and judging by the complete lack of participants in CONTEST!! I think no one will object (but please prove me wrong)]) that this "date" will be successful, and I will have someone I can hang out with regularly. It's only going to benefit you because then the Things We Say and Featured Randoms will come back more frequently.