Party Synopsis
by , 07-14-2007 at 11:54 AM (1912 Views)
I went to a "novelty" party last night - I was invited by the lesbian at work - hoping to be shocked alive via this dopamine shot to the heart. Instead, I met with drunk people singing bad Kareoke (all Kareoke is bad, IMHO, even with good singers, and there were several there last night) and a host who introduced himself twice because apparently I did not make any impression upon him the first time (which was only about 20 minutes before the second one). Given there were about 25 people there and I was the only woman with flaming red hair and all black clothes, I was surprised. I guess next time I will wear a clown wig - maybe that would set me apart.
Most people seemed blissfully unaware of my presence, and when anyone noticed me, it was only in reference to my muscles. I was the freak with muscles.![]()
I noticed a Hardy and Milton book standing on a hall table and thought (for a moment) I might make conversation with the owners on those two volumes, but quickly discovered (after they chuckled) that said volumes were really cleverly disguised picture boxes.
I sat out in the hottub for about 15 minutes with 3 women who did not so
much as glance at me when they talked (I consider it polite to look at everyone when speaking, to include them via body language) and they didn't even know each other.
At about 1:45 I discretely put on my shoes and slipped silently out the door.
I guess it doesn't matter where I go - I am always alone.
(Hence a poem I wrote at 16: "All alone in a roomful of people; I feel so happy I could die (something, something, something) isolated from the world by her soul.")



