You remember last week I was losing sleep over this little party. It was fine. If not terribly exciting. It did get pretty busy and we met the nice guy who for some reason seemed excited about being the social chair for the building, and also was very excited about yoga. And getting me to do yoga.

We met a firefighter who helped fight those Australian fires, which was neat. We saw two people we knew, and time flew by. I had left dinner in the oven (good escape plan) and we were done in a little over an hour and a half, full of other people’s wine that was better than what we brought (also a good plan).

The strangest thing to me about the event was that before anyone would really talk to you, they wanted to know what floor you were on. They would point to other people also on your floor that they’d met, as if that is cause for celebration and best friendships. I’m the type that doesn’t really want people to know where I’m at in case I’m doing something that’s bothersome or that I shouldn’t be…
It was a very nice party and kept with my favorite thing to do around here, meet people I’ve absolutely nothing in common with and let them talk.

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