Instead of wrapping up, I'm choosing to go to Olympia with Shoes for a good friend's graduation / happy baby party. 3 of Shoes' friends have had babies within the last 6 months. Don't tell, but I think I had my first pang of baby fever. We'll start with a dog, maybe ...
I was asking Shoes about this party. Where it was. Who was going to be there. Asked if it would be in an apartment, or a house. Shoes is ridiculously intuitive. And knows that although I love people, when the crowds get big, I like to be around people but have problems talking to them. Interacting at that point really challenges that part of me that is so stupidly shy. Shoes, being his usual intuitive self, says,
"Right, there *will* be a lot of people there. But it should be a good mix of people - not all of them will be the Pullman crowd." (Note: I love the Pullman crowd. Really. And. I'm an outsider. See how I highlighted the situation with "and"? I will be a very good social worker ...)
But that wasn't my issue.
"No, no" I objected. "It's not that. It's that the party starts at 4:00 and if it's a small house, we'll probably spill outside and I want to know how warmly I should dress."
Which was met with a long pause.
"I obviously do NOT speak girl."
Poor guy. Don't try. It's a headache.