So, tonight was a good night.  I like to think, at least, that it went better than last year’s company Christmas Party (I don’t think we’ve regressed to the point of caring to call it a “Holiday Party”).  At this one, I didn’t make a point to yell out my sexual orientation loud enough for people in adjacent counties to be made aware.  That always counts as a success in my book.

I did try to have a serious conversation with my friend Eric about what we do at work and where we’re all going in the future.  I fear I may have been a bit meandering, but at least I made the effort.  I know I have trouble with that.  I always am concerned I’ll make a fool of myself, but alcohol has the wonderful effect of making me not give a shit.  I intentionally planned to have a discussion about these sorts of things at the party cause I knew I could talk after a drink or two.  I was at about my 5th when I started the conversation, and I think the content suffered as a result.  I hope the point came across, though.

I’m not really sure what I mean to say here, except that, after having a rough day (my furnace is broken and I may be getting gypped into a $2,500 repair for it, and my partner found a colony of spiders [like 30, literally] living on my computer equipment), I still count today as a success.  I tried to let a friend know I cared and supported his decisions but just wanted to help him make the best ones for himself.  I tried to let my partner know just how much and why I cared so much for him and about him.  Tomorrow, as I’m reading this more sober than I am now, I’ll probably groan and realize what an ass I’ve been, but for tonight I’ll let myself bask in the idea that maybe I did a couple things right on a crummy day.