Had a v.
Had a v. excellent time at Mary‘s Top Secret™
going-away party for Erin
Mann. (We’ll miss you! Take care in Austria! Write in your
journal!)
I noticed that, since this is the first time (in quite a while) that
I’ve met a lot of people all at once (in a non-work setting), I felt a
lot of pressure to come off really well. It’s self-imposed, surely; I
just feel this need to make sure I smile enough, to be witty enough,
self-effacing but not ungrateful of compliments, etc. I think this is
Jung’s attitudes-in-opposition thing at work: I am predominantly an introvert, but
there’s this part of me that wants to be so good! in every
situation. Tonight was one of those. As a side effect, I felt myself
blushing frequently (at a bombed joke or flattering remark) and laughing
nervously (if you know me, you’ve heard it — my
two-registers-too-high Dennis Miller “ha ha!” chuckle). Bleh.
[Oh, I also saw Packy Saunders again. Man, I bump into him everywhere! (Erin
points out that we now have four connections to Packy: through her brother
Marty, through her boss at Alumni, through my own misadventures, and now
through Erin Mann.)]