I survived. . .
Dec. 18th, 2002 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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nrrrdygirl, you'd be proud of me. I actually spoke to someone for awhile, who was very nice. She had also just started at Harper, in the Publicity department, and had brought along a friend of hers to make the party a bit less terrifying. (and this guy told me I looked like Megan Mullaly from Will and Grace. I get compared to the most random celebrities. It's so bizarre.) However, this was after 2 drinks and he said due to the fact that my hair was up and I was wearing a black pantsuit. But whatever. This was about an hour into the party. When we first walked in, my knees disappeared and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I grabbed his hand and didn't let go for a few minutes, and kept thinking about the prom scene in Pretty in Pink where Andie is going to turn tail and run out and then Duckie shows up and makes sure she doesn't have to walk in alone. (And the mere fact that she STILL chose the rich block of wood over someone as wonderful as Duckie made me lose all respect for the character, but I digress.)
So, while most likely crushing the bones in Jeff's hand, I willed myself to walk in, and not fall over in a blind panic. So big yay to me. I will probably write a long, reflective diaryland post about how when I was younger I was totally fearless in all situations, especially social ones, and how I wonder where all of that went to and how I could possibly get it back without ingesting liquid courage.
Buffy: How are you doing, Will?
Willow: Okay. I could use a little courage, though.
*Spike offers flask*
Willow: Thanks, but I meant the real kind. (Btvs:"The Gift")
I would probably still be curled up in some dark and remote corner of the Copa in the fetal position if Jeff hadn't come with me. He kept making me laugh or otherwise occupying me so that I didn't remember to panic about the fact that So.Many.People. were there. And I *did* see a few of my coworkers, and was given nothing resembling a warm reception (thanks, guys.) I also got to see Rupert Murdoch (sort of) in person. So that was pretty cool.
About 8pm, we decided to escape, and head back to Jeff's apartment for the gift exchanging. I had gotten him a Streetwise Brooklyn map (1/2 as a joke and half because it's incredibly useful), a copy of Fast Times at Ridgemont High on dvd (his tape is all but completely warn out, and was problematic to begin with), and a brownie. (which was due to a very amusing conversation from the night before). He got me a COACH BAG. *shrieks & faints yet again* It's goregous! It's black leather clutch with a small strap on top so it can be thrown over a shoulder that will fit perfectly into my briefcase once I get the lock on it fixed. (it sticks)
I think (hope) he liked his present, because I know I loved mine. It's currently sleeping in its little box at the moment, all tucked in and waiting to be used. *squee*
Anyway, thanks to him I had a good time last night. And now I shall wrap up the Entry That Ate Cleveland, because I'd like to see my friends page again.
nrrrdygirl, you'd be proud of me. I actually spoke to someone for awhile, who was very nice. She had also just started at Harper, in the Publicity department, and had brought along a friend of hers to make the party a bit less terrifying. (and this guy told me I looked like Megan Mullaly from Will and Grace. I get compared to the most random celebrities. It's so bizarre.) However, this was after 2 drinks and he said due to the fact that my hair was up and I was wearing a black pantsuit. But whatever. This was about an hour into the party. When we first walked in, my knees disappeared and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I grabbed his hand and didn't let go for a few minutes, and kept thinking about the prom scene in Pretty in Pink where Andie is going to turn tail and run out and then Duckie shows up and makes sure she doesn't have to walk in alone. (And the mere fact that she STILL chose the rich block of wood over someone as wonderful as Duckie made me lose all respect for the character, but I digress.) So, while most likely crushing the bones in Jeff's hand, I willed myself to walk in, and not fall over in a blind panic. So big yay to me. I will probably write a long, reflective diaryland post about how when I was younger I was totally fearless in all situations, especially social ones, and how I wonder where all of that went to and how I could possibly get it back without ingesting liquid courage.
Buffy: How are you doing, Will?
Willow: Okay. I could use a little courage, though.
*Spike offers flask*
Willow: Thanks, but I meant the real kind. (Btvs:"The Gift")
I would probably still be curled up in some dark and remote corner of the Copa in the fetal position if Jeff hadn't come with me. He kept making me laugh or otherwise occupying me so that I didn't remember to panic about the fact that So.Many.People. were there. And I *did* see a few of my coworkers, and was given nothing resembling a warm reception (thanks, guys.) I also got to see Rupert Murdoch (sort of) in person. So that was pretty cool.
About 8pm, we decided to escape, and head back to Jeff's apartment for the gift exchanging. I had gotten him a Streetwise Brooklyn map (1/2 as a joke and half because it's incredibly useful), a copy of Fast Times at Ridgemont High on dvd (his tape is all but completely warn out, and was problematic to begin with), and a brownie. (which was due to a very amusing conversation from the night before). He got me a COACH BAG. *shrieks & faints yet again* It's goregous! It's black leather clutch with a small strap on top so it can be thrown over a shoulder that will fit perfectly into my briefcase once I get the lock on it fixed. (it sticks)
I think (hope) he liked his present, because I know I loved mine. It's currently sleeping in its little box at the moment, all tucked in and waiting to be used. *squee*
Anyway, thanks to him I had a good time last night. And now I shall wrap up the Entry That Ate Cleveland, because I'd like to see my friends page again.
