I have to be intensely social for the next three weekends in a row, and I might not make it.
Back when I was single, I went out maybe once a week, if that. I met up with people when they called, or if I was broke I didn’t go out. Some of you may not have noticed, but Foxy is an extrovert. She wants to go out three or four night a week. She needs to see people. When she was sick and I was her only human contact, I could see the crazy in her eyes.
Now, I go out pretty much every weekend, but I make sure to schedule alone time during the day. I try not to go out on weeknights. If I spend too much time around people, I get whiny and Foxy reminds me to go sit in a corner until I feel better. Last weekend, I was able to maintain a charming personality around Foxy’s college friends for the most part, until we had to go around Washington Circle in Georgetown 3 times, and then I lost my shit. Luckily, Foxy held hers together and we got onto I-61 and out of DC safely and quickly.
This weekend I’m not supposed to talk about, but it involves 10 people in a cabin, interacting. I’m taking my headphones. If I can listen to lonely music (Vince Gill, Patty Griffin, old Dolly) maybe I will feel more lonely. It usually helps. Sleater Kinney doesn’t help in that situation. It just makes me mean. Scientists have not yet developed a scale for my meanness if I have Sleater Kinney, tequila, and not enough alone time.
The next weekend, Foxy’s family will be in town. I can escape to Candler if need be, to start peppers and pull weeds, but I would prefer to maintain. We’ll see. I’ll keep you posted, providing I don’t forget to remember that this blog exists.
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