Tales from the after party

Here's a great intro to the following: Should have just stayed home.

I entered the derby world only three months ago, so naturally I don't know everyone super well. I should have remembered my pathetic appearance at the Awards Banquet only three weeks in, but two after-parties ago was somewhat fun (and I decided to discount the last one because it was an away bout). Since I don't know when, if ever, I'll be with this team at another bout/party, I figured I should make the most of tonight. And not head directly home, even though I was tired/ had homework chez moi.

Also Foal insisted I come. I don't know why I believed her, she is quite the social butterfly and I should have predicted that I'd be either standing awkwardly around/ following her like a puppy. Because that is basically what happened until Lucy finally came.

Meanwhile I witnessed:
--Foal mooning a stranger to show him her bum tattoo
--Tony and her frand having close relations, with Foal joining in and leaving me to be an awkward fourth wheel. I'm awkward to begin with, I don't need wheels involved!
--lots of adults uncomfortably trying to not act their age.

I guess I'm just not a bar person. I figured that out a while ago, I don't know why I thought joining derby would make it not so.

Then Lucy came, and we had a good time speculating on Tony and other things. But the whole time I just really wanted to be home, and felt awkward dancing... I really wasn't enjoying myself but I waited until Tainted came so Lucy wouldn't be alone.

I don't think I was the only one feeling on the fringes... Superbabe didn't talk to Tony at all, even though they're supposedly derby wives. I tried to get her to join in dancing with Lucy and me, but I could tell she wasn't into it. Neither was I, but the only alternative to dancing was standing around.

I didn't realize that I forgot to say goodbye to Foal until this morning, when I saw that she posted on my wall around 2 AM asking where I was. Tainted responded that I'd gone home hours ago. I just wonder.... why were they on Facebook at the bar? This is what I don't get about bars. You could drink at home, and you wouldn't have creepy/ attractive strangers staring at you. It's not like you ever talk to those strangers, or if you do, that anything good comes of it-- so why not just drink at home? That way you save lives and gas, because you're not driving around intoxicated. Which also concerns me, because Foal has taken a liking to Fireballs and she was driving last night. But what can I do?

Write a blog about it, apparently.