The black dog's day is not yet

Ugh
I still want to answer some comments to my last post -- apologies to you whose comments have not been answered yet (this was a filtered post, to those of you who chose not to be part of the filter).

Excuse me -- I am tipsy.

My new boss invited me out for drinks with her and a few others.

Alas, I found that these are not my people. It was, however, nice to be out and about in North Beach on a balmy Friday evening in November (gotta love the bizarro SF weather).

This was a bad decision, the going out, given that I am dipping into savings because my job started just before a payroll and the decision was made to fold those few days into my first "real" paycheck, for which I have to wait two more weeks.

So, what with drinks and chipping in on appetizers and taking a goddamn cab home because the bus kept NOT coming and I had to pee -- well, it was really too great an expenditure considering that I had only a so-so time.

Such a relief to be home in my little cocoon.

I have to be up early to help set up the table for WGGAN (my women's green global group) at the SF Green Festival.

To paraphrase a book I love, there was too much shallow small talk tonight.

I want Large Talk.

Good night.

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