something old; something new

Going around campus yesterday I did not feel like the usual ghost. Instead, I got to help give the tour. All the while, the calm that has entered my life remained. That is what is old--my feelings.

But last night I tried going out. A double-birthday party for friends followed by an evening on the town. A few of us were literally on the town, or sidewalk, as it turned out. But I got to meet new people, turn them into friends, while enjoying being outside.

I may try doing that more often. Up until the final little while I actually had fun. Plus, my bedtime did stay about the same as the previous night. Just a little icing on the cake, though I am sure not as sweet or nice as that which I, with one of my new friends, used to decorate the birthday cake.

Preparing food is a bonding experience.

There could even be two quotes of the night. First, poking fun at myself. Q1:How did you and Marilyn meet? A1:Eavesdropping on her [in line]. Second, "every way is the right way to [our mutual friend's place]". That sounds so guilty out of context.