Last Friday night, my
long-time friend Judy texted me about how she was looking forward to going to
the party with me the next night. I thought it was good I made a commitment with
a friend. I was so tired from the week
(and some health things) that if I only had the plans with myself, I might have
not gone. It was a birthday celebration
for two folks I know from the NYC writing circles.
I remember when it was
hard to stay home and miss all the fun. Now
it’s quite easy to stay home. So I'm glad I went out.
I also got to see many writer
friends. Additionally, we met two very nice people who we sat with much of the
time. Mary and Matt. Mary insisted I keep her mirror as a memento of the night. In general it was an atmosphere of good people. Life-building as opposed to life-destroying. I inhaled deeply.
The next day, I found a
napkin in my pocket with my handwriting on it.
I assume, due to the loud music, I had written a note to Mary. It said, 
“Judy insists on buying me my expensive
drink. Why did I ever date men?”
