This past weekend, I was reminded that I am a social animal.  It’s taken me quite some time for me to establish a social life here, mostly because I don’t really know how to do that around my family here who is, well, just totally different than me.  Mostly, really, they’re just always up in  my business in that, I don’t know, non-judgmental but still invasive way that family is good at.

Anyway, I had fun. Some peeps from work and I went to a comedy club/show.  It wasn’t the greatest but it was fun. I mean, there was a whole lot of tranny talk and, let’s just say, the phrase “pools of semen in your dimples” was uttered. It was great.

The next day, the same crew chilled (literally cuz it was cold) at the swapmeet then crossed the street to have some homemade Pho from our friends Thai grandma. I had never had Pho before but, it was DA BOMB.  

Overall, though, I enjoyed that laid back comraderie that goes beyond partying. I love to party but, you know, just hanging and doing random everyday stuff like swapmeets, and going to a friends house for dinner is ten times better.