A lovely night last night in Raleigh. After the Governor's inaugural ball was cancelled due to winter weather, a friend of J's threw a small party at his house and invited the core Glen Heights crew to join a bunch of Raleigh and Dartmouth folks, after which we all traipsed over to the gubernatorial mansion and had a peak around, simultaneously ooing and aahing and indulging our inner home decor critics.
While we were still at the initial party I sat down to catch up with J's girl L -- whom I hadn't seen since a wedding in 2022 -- and we chatted for a bit. Before long I found myself touting my blog. On the one hand, who else but me is going to promote it? On the other hand, I walked away from the conversation not really having learned much at all about what was up with her.
All of which leads back to a couple of theses:
1. I do have more than a touch of the autism that runs in the family which in my case leads me to driving conversations along familiar rails which, in my case, all too often revolve around me. Which leads me to not learn as much about other people as I'd like when I talk to them.
2. Being around J, particularly in situations where we are celebrating his accomplishments, dredges up the old competitive urges from childhood, which again leads me to toot my own horn.
In any case, I ended up texting L my blog's address, so this could be easily remedied if she ends up reading my blog and then uses the phone functionality of her phone to give me a call.
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