Wednesday, June 13, 2007

No idea what keeps me going to these alumni happy hours, but they bore the hell out of me. I sit. I stand. I look around, maybe someone I know will show up. It's unlikely, because I only know... let's see: one, two, three, four other alumni. I do get to observe the social dynamics of young strangers on alcohol, and I think it's amazing how quickly happy hour conversation motives go from, "I'm talking with you because..."

  • "I want to sleep with you," to
  • "you look like a fun person," to
  • "you're standing next to me," to
  • "you're alone and it's pathetic."