strangers aren’t so bad (if they’re quality strangers)

i shouldn’t have been so worried about last night. i mean, they were all dean’s friends so they had to be at least half-decent people, right? right.
we had appies and drinks out on the balcony while the mosquitos had me as their appy and drink. i met dean’s bosses & their wives, three of his buddies, and his mom (who is the sweetest lady ever). everyone (except a couple) were really laid-back, easy-going folk who held up their end of the conversation with ease. my dessert was a roaring success and there was even enough left over for me to bring a piece of the chocolate-strawberry mousse cake home. the fireworks weren’t that bad, either. although, i still think there’s something very wrong about an orchestral version of ‘dancing queen’.
the downside to having a great evening such as i had? being dog-ass tired the next day. *yawn* i certainly picked the wrong week to start cutting back on my morning coffee intake.