I have been laying low these days. I was thinking that upon my return I would deal with things emotionally by throwing myself into work and working out. Not so much. It's more along the lines of chilling at home, preferably alone, with movies and comfort food. I really did think I would be more driven and proactive upon my return, busying myself away from quiet contemplation, but it turns out I am just a frilly white dress away from becoming Miss Havisham.
(I said white dress. Assholes.)
While declining most if not all social invitations since my return, I did feel the need to step out Friday after work for happy hour. It had indeed, been a week, and I was inclined toward a little bear festival that is now Friday's at the Midnight Sun. Hunter was kind enough to escort me and it turned into a fun pub crawl with the Sheepish Lion and we still managed to make it an early night. It was nice to be out, and I did get to visit briefly with good friends* who either did or didn't know and offered their condolences without making me lose it again. And I had just enough reasonably consumed cocktails to enjoy the silliness that Friday happy hours often devolve to, including taking photos that really shouldn't ever, ever be shared.
*ridiculous amount of hugs to David O. Thanks man.
