Chrisonomicon

Tuesday, January 15, 2002

"I?m not much of a dinner-party person," I kept thinking to myself, as the rest of the table chattered away. It?s not that I?m antisocial. Quite the contrary, I seem to fit in quite nicely, albeit a bit less loquacious than our more flamboyant guests. Tom and Darryl used to hold fondue parties every few months or so, and I found myself reticently bored among the gossip and high-brow, quasi-connisseurism. Instead, tonight, Ricky pan-seared steaks with potatoes au gratin and a vinaigrette salad while we caught up on everyone’s current affairs. It was low key and casual, which seemed a better fit for me. I still felt a little outside of everything, despite managing to hold up my end of the conversation. Maybe it was because I hadn’t seen Tom and Darryl for so long.

We started another eight-week session of yoga today. I bought John and myself yoga mats, since Marlene said the class was full, and I’m glad we did. I was starting to wonder how often she cleaned the community mats. The classes are a nice break in the day and I’m even seeing some improvement as far as my flexibility is concerned. The goal here is to learn enough of a routine to practice at home, by myself. So far, I’m pretty sure I could pull it off but I want a little more exposure.

It seems like everyone is caving in on me lately. Suddenly, I’m getting invitations to parties, sporting events, outings, and dinners from people I haven’t spoken to in months. Leif wants to go snowboarding, claiming he missed hanging out with me, despite the fact we didn’t hang out much in school except to play Dope Wars in the back of compiler and operating systems. Lindsay wants to go snowboarding again this weekend, which will be fun. Drew wants to get together. Tom, a coworker, came up to me and — completely out of the blue — asked if I’d be interested in a LAN gaming party or playing D&D sometime. I’ve been doing fine on my own for the past few months, and actually enjoying the solitude. It must be the new moon.