There's a couple of things I don't normally do that I am doing tonight. Tonight I drank alone. I know that's somewhere in the top ten are you an alcoholic questions, but I assure you I had perfectly good reasons. Specifically: nobody wanted to drink with me. I guess that's it.
I found the World's greatest bar. I wasn't sure until I observed the fourth chubby girl in a row get up to sing her Karoke version of some classic Fleetwood Mac song. FOUR FLEETWOOD MAC SONGS! IN A ROW! It was the greatest thing ever. So I sat quietly by, drinking my Blue Moon beers, reading the New York Times on my phone, so as not to draw attention to the fact that I was indeed drinking alone on a Thursday night. I don't know if the fact that it was a Thursday night makes it better or worse for me.
All the while contemplating my future in Antarctica.
Tonight it was my turn to talk about myself in group. Finally. All the planning and strategy I'd tried to come up with came completely unraveled at Todd's first confrontation of my glossing over the life I've lived. I don't think I've ever faced the person I am, all the things I've done, as completely as I have tonight. It is not unlike the feeling you get in the dream where you find yourself naked in the halls of your middle school with everyone pointing and laughing. Except nobody was laughing.
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