Rock on, Bruce!

::Sigh::

Life can get so boring sometimes.  I went to Books-a-Million today and read a rather fascinating book (Rob, will comment soon in your journal, as it kinda corresponds with your entry about saying what you mean).  Also found a couple of books I wanted to buy, but I'm broke until payday.

Afterwards I went to get Clint from my father-in-law's, as he (my father-in-law) was throwing a party to celebrate his coming divorce and Clint attended.  Okay.  I may have no life in a lot of people's eyes, but I happen to like my life.  I hate parties.  When I meet new people, I want to do it on my own time, in my own way.  Maybe it's the over-loud music, or the obnoxious people, or the alcohol or something, but I can't stand parties.  I prefer structured gatherings with a purpose, or a get-together with five or six close friends who've decided to go out and do something fun together.

I'm not good with chit-chat, or "mingling," and I'm not good at making conversations with people I rarely see and never outside of work.  I dunno, maybe it's the idea that it's almost like saying, "Well, now we're here together, so I guess if I *must* make do with someone to talk to you're as good as anyone."

On top of this, my father-in-law is a prick and so are most of his friends, as well as his other son.  However, my brother-in-law's girlfriend seems to be pretty nice. (Ironically, her name is Kelly, which is also the name of my father-in-law's [Randy] soon-to-be ex-wife.)  How she got with Chris is beyond me.

So I went to this party to get Clint after I left BAM.  I wish I had stayed at the bookstore.  Clint said he was ready to leave, but he stayed there for another hour or so.  He spent about forty-five minutes talking to a guy named Mario, and I was just sitting there, uncomfortable and bored out of my mind.  A mutual friend of ours, Bruce, whom I know from work, talked to me a couple of times, but I could smell the alcohol on his breath when he talked.  There is very little more repulsive to me than the smell of alcohol on someone's breath.

Bruce is a really nice guy, though.  When some other guy (whose name I do not know nor do I care to know and who came to the party drunk) started grabbing my arm and looking at my chest as he talked to me (the only time in my life when I wanted one of those shirts with the arrows pointing up that say "I'm up here") went to take my arm again (he'd already shoved me into Clint once), Bruce grabbed his hand and said, "I think you need to leave my friend alone."  The drunk guy went away.  Rock on, Bruce!!!

Remind me to thank him when I go to work on Monday.

Anyway, I felt special yesterday as two (count 'em *TWO*) people called me just to talk.  I know that sounds really pathetic, but I hardly ever get personal phone calls anymore.  I talked to Mama (my mother in law, Connie) for about three hours, but kinda tuned her out after the first thirty minutes of her ranting about this guy who's supposed to be her significant other but isn't really treating her right or giving her the time of day.  I say she should ditch him and find a guy who's interested in her.  There are plenty of them out there . . . at least there were when I was still living in South Carolina.

Also, Jaymes called.  He just got out of boot camp and is in his training for his particular job (forgot to ask what that was) in MS.  Found out that he's only four hours away, too, which is close enough for weekend visits!

Sooooo . . . That's it.  Really.  That's all there is to tell.  I actually started out with the entry title, "Bored with it All," but then I figured maybe Bruce deserved the title 'cause he played the hero tonight.  Sooo, take your pick.

-Ave, who's still bored with it all.