On aging...

Went to a small gathering this weekend where I was told by one other party-goer that her forties were absolutely her favorite and best decade. She'd re-live her forties in a new york minute. So. Something to look forward to, I guess, since I am very close to starting that decade's journey.

I find it interesting that the awkward social anxiety I usually feel around big groups (and by "big" I mean more than seven-to-ten) of people in a "party atmosphere" never materialized. I am not good with big groups of people when there is no stated "purpose" beyond "hanging out" or being purely social. Give us a purpose (such as rehearsal, or doing something) and I usually have no trouble. Just a party, and I need a couple of days to psyche myself up, and if I'm not in the right frame of mind I sometimes don't go.

Yeah, my people - meaning my family - are not very social. We're actually fairly reclusive as a whole. So I know where it stems from. Plus I am not the type of person that thrives on other people's energy unless I'm on stage. Other people generally wear me out, and I need down/quiet time to just be for a while.

Dropped by the shop yesterday on my way to rehearsal - mostly so I could briefly see my mom and wish her happy birthday. We'll celebrate next Sunday when my brother and his family are back in town, and I don't have a mid-day rehearsal - next week, the rehearsal on Sunday is in the evening, so I can spend the afternoon at my parent's house (probably playing with the ickle-kiddies)

MLK day - which means no work today! Yay.