So, last night I went with one of my friends down to Santa Monica for a singles party. Happy Hour on a Sunday night? Love you, LA!!!
Anyway, we go to this bar, me with my detox-friendly club soda. It was SO low key and friendly. Everybody was introducing each other to everyone else. The cynical and bitter ball of angst in me wants to give you some horror story, or at least some stupid anecdote about how I dropped my drink, slipped on it and fell on my ass...but I truly had a really nice time.
Granted, I'm as single now as I was before I went to this thing, but I consider the fact that I had a good time to be triumph enough for now.
Once again...baby steps.
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