All Mixed Up
Apr. 6th, 2022 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryI got out of bed a little early, and good thing, because I forgot I turned off my computer last night. I saw Julian had cleaned the litter box in the living room, then I ended up taking out the trash and recycling, just a little bit worried about him waking up. Lynelle forwarded an MCLE calendar from the public defender, which is amazing and wonderful, but it tragically coincided with one of ADI's MCLEs *and* the Animal Law section meeting. Since I could only give my full attention to one of them, I went with the Animal Law section and confirmed that I would help man the table at the law student and new lawyer mixer in the evening. Unfortunately, even though I did the animal law meeting on my home-home computer and the other two through the remote connection, it all proved too much for my computer and I had to fully restart. It didn't put me behind, just had to race to stay on top.
Somewhere along the way, I lost what seem to be my last pair of halfway decent jeans. I thought about still wearing the torn up pair with a broken zipper, but even I recognize that would be wildly inappropriate. I'm representing the Animal Law section, I should look like it. I showered, shaved, even Naired my balls & butt, just for comfort, then managed to piece together a suit. I found parking right across the street, and after a little wandering, found the building as well. I ran into Chris, who I resonated with many years ago at a THLA mixer. I think he was engaged at the time, they broke up, and he ended up engaged to my friend Jason from the Chorus. I guess that fell apart back in 2020, but since I was just out of rehab at the time, I don't feel bad about missing that update. Shawn was there as well, and Chris remembered the THLA mixer, that I labeled my cup "Dusty Williams," and wore holy jeans. Quite possibly the same pair I'd considered wearing tonight, so that's a dodged bullet. Shawn thought he remembered me there as well, now that the skeezy jeans came up. I kept thinking about drinking - I'm not sober, I'm just avoiding alcohol. But I tried to keep Candace's advice about intention in mind. What exactly was I looking to get out of the booze? I guess it might have served to calm my anxiety, but it might also have fuzzed my judgment and caused social fumbles.
The mixer went well, and I think I did a decent job of conveying the potential and need for Animal Law. There were only a few awkward moments when I had to confess I work as a paralegal, but no one seemed upset. I got home a little before 8, Julian said I looked nicer than he'd ever seen me before. I kind of thought sex might happen, but I wasn't sure I wanted it. The weekend was stellar, but since Julian is still drinking from dusk till dawn, cranky all the time, and still doesn't have a therapist, I feel like limiting our interactions is probably the wiser choice. He called his mom, profanity laced throughout, and I laid down with Lady Miss Friday. Phyllis called, though I had to cut it short. Lady Miss Friday wanted my attention and I crashed as soon as she was settled.
Somewhere along the way, I lost what seem to be my last pair of halfway decent jeans. I thought about still wearing the torn up pair with a broken zipper, but even I recognize that would be wildly inappropriate. I'm representing the Animal Law section, I should look like it. I showered, shaved, even Naired my balls & butt, just for comfort, then managed to piece together a suit. I found parking right across the street, and after a little wandering, found the building as well. I ran into Chris, who I resonated with many years ago at a THLA mixer. I think he was engaged at the time, they broke up, and he ended up engaged to my friend Jason from the Chorus. I guess that fell apart back in 2020, but since I was just out of rehab at the time, I don't feel bad about missing that update. Shawn was there as well, and Chris remembered the THLA mixer, that I labeled my cup "Dusty Williams," and wore holy jeans. Quite possibly the same pair I'd considered wearing tonight, so that's a dodged bullet. Shawn thought he remembered me there as well, now that the skeezy jeans came up. I kept thinking about drinking - I'm not sober, I'm just avoiding alcohol. But I tried to keep Candace's advice about intention in mind. What exactly was I looking to get out of the booze? I guess it might have served to calm my anxiety, but it might also have fuzzed my judgment and caused social fumbles.
The mixer went well, and I think I did a decent job of conveying the potential and need for Animal Law. There were only a few awkward moments when I had to confess I work as a paralegal, but no one seemed upset. I got home a little before 8, Julian said I looked nicer than he'd ever seen me before. I kind of thought sex might happen, but I wasn't sure I wanted it. The weekend was stellar, but since Julian is still drinking from dusk till dawn, cranky all the time, and still doesn't have a therapist, I feel like limiting our interactions is probably the wiser choice. He called his mom, profanity laced throughout, and I laid down with Lady Miss Friday. Phyllis called, though I had to cut it short. Lady Miss Friday wanted my attention and I crashed as soon as she was settled.
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