Saturday, May 22, 2010

Turns out I am a mingle-tard

I am in a state of despair. It used to be that I was very good at the mingling. I now find that this skill has run away from me faster than a very fast thing. I am now a mingle-tard. This is a term I coined last night, please feel free to use it at your pleasure. I tried in vain last night to mingle and the party I may or may not have been invited to, but I just don't like small talk very much and mingling requires a lot of this. As the night wore on (and the vodka kicked in) I found it a little easier. I didn't start liking small talk all of a sudden, it was that I would just jump in at the deep end of the conversation. Sadly all this partying and mingling did not lead to any disastrous stories; and I only attracted the attention of one freak (very good going for a freak magnet)


  1. A party is like a gig. Sometimes you play good, sometimes not so good. It also depends on the musicians you are playing with. Your gig will come.

  2. I didn't mean to make it sound like I didn't have a good time - I did. But still, you a possibly right Richard, this was not my gig