Only 27, Feeling 40

(FYI, after I took the ladder out of the cage last night, Kate stopped crabbing. Who knew that she would've been terrified out of her mind by a wooden ladder.)

Last night I went to the only non-family Christmas party I'll probably go to this year (which is fine with me). I felt very much out of place. I knew the hostess, of course, and maybe 2 other people well and a handful of others not so well. It was a Starbucks Christmas party and I was the only one in the room with a steady job that requires a degree. I felt old. I did not participate in the drinking games. I did not participate in the keg stand. I ate, chatted with the few I did know, but mostly just kept my mouth shut because most of the conversation was Starbucks-related gossip and complaints. I got extremely lost getting there and since it took me so long to reach my destination, I decided to stay for a while, but I was bored and felt out of place. Here's another example of a life I've left and don't want to go back to - Starbucks. I was so happy I didn't work there! I was so happy I couldn't contribute to the conversation. I was proud that I have a stable job, that I wore nice clothes, that I look normal (some Starbucks people are very eccentric). I was also bored, so I was out of there by 11:30pm.

Today, in between workouts, I plan to work on my screenplay. I'm tempted to go to the Museum of Natural Science, but I think I'll go next week. Nope, so today I will delve into 18th century France, ancient Greece and 1980s England through my reading and writing. No television, just me and words and maybe a Sarah Brightman CD playing in the background. Day 3 of my vacation has started.