Update on Bob being right

About the keys, Mr Bob came by my office to pick up my spare set and we had hot chocolate and watched Daily Show clips while he was here. I almost went home at that point (I wanted to), but after making Mr Bob come and pick up his keys, I couldn't really just head home, as that would defeat the purpose and make it seem I was just getting him to fetch the keys to prove the point that he should listen to me.

So, I did go to the party. I was walking there with doubts. It was kinda a sympathy invite. I wouldn’t know anyone there. It was cold. It was late and when I got there I had an incomplete address. etc.. However, I told myself I could go to this stupid party or sit at home and feel sorry for myself. When I am old and grey and look back on my life, I want to think I was brave and interesting and did things. I’ll need some memories to hold onto when I’m decrepit and my only amusement is getting my adult diaper changed. So with that in mind, I stole three beer from the lab fridge (note to self, buy replacement beer) and headed out.

And? I had a great time. My lab mate was happily surprised to see me. There were a bunch of very nice, interesting people to talk to (mostly Irish, so everyone was called Kahal or Conner or Connell). I find it’s a little easier for me to get into conversations with people here than previous places. Being a girl at an engineering school (especially grad school) makes me somewhat of a novelty and, even though I’m married, I’m still a girl. Or possibly, at age thirty, I became interesting. In any case, every time I turned around, there was someone happy to chat with me, so I never really had that awkward- standing in the middle of the room with no one to talk to-feeling. I stayed much too late (and worried Mr Bob-I really should have called) but didn't drink too much and it was a suprisingly nice evening.