Report From Tonight

I went to Rite Aid, bought a newspaper, and got my $20 to join Dulles Triangles.

I went to Buffalo Wing Factory for some grilled chicken tenders.

I got into my car and went to the hotel where the happy hour is held.

I sat in the parking lot of the hotel for ten minutes, petrified, with my heart pounding in my throat.

I drove away at 7:40 and came home.

I am so scared of rejection that I couldn't even walk in the door. I wasn't this nervous when I went there back in 2004, when I was hugely fat. I don't know if I can handle being universally reviled in yet another situation.

I guess there's nothing more to say about tonight.

Eric Out.