I'm getting ready to go out to the "(not for) Chinese New Year's Party!" at 518 by pre-lubing.* I'm strangely nervous about the evening. I'm debating having a drink. A rye and coke, perhaps? Hmmm. I don't know if that would go well with my drinks for later in the evening. I picked up some brandy and a couple of Strongbow ciders (I was indecisive at the LCBO and the security guard kept eyeing me and asking if I wanted help, hence my random choices).
The truth is, I've always been pretty sure that the whole "don't mix your liquors" thing is just an urban myth created to confused people. Where's the proof that mixing liquor and beer is bad for you? This has always confused me.
I'm nervous for the most ridiculous of reasons, too. (Warning: this is about to turn into the confessions of a 16-year-old girl getting ready for her homecoming dance.) Heather and Dan are going to be at the party. I've been lurking on Heather in the blogosphere for a solid 3 months now and I've only met Dan once before. And unfortunately, the one and only time I met Dan was the same night as the weekend I quit blogging (temporarily). It involved Alice, Scott and I staying in a London hostel and drinking the junior high special. Dan met me under these conditions.
The thing is, that like many bloggers, I'm really socially awkward. (Alex Dodd disputed this fact until I reminded him what our first conversation was about. He agreed that if he was not like-minded, I may have come across as inappropriate.)
I'm not quiet socially awkward. I'm abrasively socially awkward. Intrusive, even. The chances of me offending someone are quite high.
Time to go make that drink.
*In addition to adhering to a strict regime of drinking water throughout the night and when I get home in the evening, I also like to drink a lot of water before I start drinking for two reason: 1) I think there's potential that this helps in the hangover prevention process and 2) even if it doesn't, at least the water fills up room in your stomach so you're less likely to drink a lot of alcohol. This is called the pre-hydration process. My mother, however, likes to call this the pre-lubrication, or pre-lubing process. She justifies calling it this because she thinks it probably makes it easier to puke.