last saturday was an exercise in the surreal. after talking about it for two years, sue and i finally went out, and we had a really good time. as much as the cultural stimulation i've gotten lately has been refreshing- it was equally nice to get stupid drunk and dance all night. the fact that jen, her sister, and their friend david where there made it even better. jennifer is a trip. she is wickedly funny. david seems really cool, although i was really intimidated by him all night , and didn’t talk much. clubs aren’t exactly conducive to getting to know someone new. i was so intent on getting a buzz on, that i may have come off as cold. i just don’t get out- period… i didn’t want to pass up the chance to recapture those long gone days of fun and excitement. life has been too much introspection and self criticism for far too long. i’ve gotten lost in the mire of my own self denial. anyway, the night ended with some unexpected, but perfectly befitting drama on my part. and of course i haven’t followed up on calling david. whatever. i’m pathetic. i just need to relax and take things as they come. if good things come of all this great- if not, it’s on to the next step. i feel like i’m finally turning the corner on this whole being happy with who i am thing. i don’t want to lose my momentum. it’d be nice to get to know david though. he’s intriguing and i could certainly use a friend. i hope sue and i can hang out more often now too. she and i are a matched set. i’ve always kidded her about being on the path to becoming me. now we are on equal footing. i can be such a pretentious boob sometimes. i think they call it talking smack. at least my wife had a productive night on her date. this is where the feeling of absurdity come into play… jennifer and i sat around sunday afternoon, after we both got home, comparing notes on our individual outings. it was just like old times… weird.