josh (joshc) wrote,

bury me in it.

When we left the party, a round of Rainier group shotgunning had just ended, and it was clear to me that I didn't have it in me to catch up if I stayed. In my worldview, intoxication is best left to chance. The party was for Chris's going away in about a week and was in the loft at the Rendezvous. Most of the new Modest Mouse CD had played on the jukebox (strangely battling with different music from other parts of the club) and I spent the whole party catching up with Al, Malinda, and Geoff, who offered to give me a ride home.

While I felt a twinge of guilt at leaving earlyish, I just don't have the networking instinct to meet and greet when the likelihood of seeing people again, let alone remembering names, seems functionally small.
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