This party's over. I'm going home.

[ailbhe]

Oh boy did that event ever suck. The food was dreadful, the venue was cold and draughty, the two rooms hired were overcrowded, and one was unbearably loud and the other was unbearably smoky. The main purpose of most people there seemed to be to get as drunk as possible, with some people having a secondary purpose of finding someone to gratify them sexually.

This is fine, and I have no problem with people doing these things, because damn, if they enjoy them that's dandy. But I was put under a great deal of pressure, directly from my manager, to go to the party, and I resent being coerced into that kind of situation.

Thank goodness there were others with me who were people I trust and like and respect, people I know tolerate my antisocial tendencies even if they don't like me.

I looked pretty good, by the way. Ellie looked stunning. And I had a few opportunities to say vile things to people who more or less deserved it, which helped. Saying vile and unpleasant things to people who don't deserve it only ever makes me feel worse, because, well, they don't deserve it.