me: "All the best people come from Cole Harbour."
him: "Ha! Or the worst."
me: "Yeah, well sometimes that's the same thing."

I met the dog of my dreams last night. I hope Woofy doesn't get jealous. He needs to realize that, while he's a great fella and a great friend, he cannot be the dog of my dreams. He belongs to my friends. But Denny, well, Denny's another story.

The owners made a mistake of mentioning that he may be looking for a home, in the winter, right when I'll be settling back in, and I was determined to take him. That little Boston Terrier snuggled with me through most of the evening while I drank with a friend from my old office job and her friends. I was clearly infatuated and drunk. I mean, I did fall in love with him, but I can't have a dog. Silly girl.

I enjoyed the evening. It was nice to hang out with people who don't know me at all. Nor do they know friends of mine. I thought I'd be nervous and uncomfortable all night, but really, it was so comfortable. The music helped. The girl with the fiddle was adorable.

I crossed a line at the end of the night. Leave it to me to make things awkward. But, partially through the night, I kind of got the feeling that I was on a date. I don't know. I have a hard time reading people and figuring out what's expected of me. Which is dumb anyway. I should just be me instead of giving people what I think they expect. I'm working on it. Oh well. I'm not going to be too hard on myself. Everyone makes mistakes. the thing is, I didn't even want it. I'll just work up the guts to apologize. It's probably not that big of a deal.

Now I'm remembering what happened the first time KC left me a lone in the city. Crystal, you don't have to be like that. You don't need nine drinks to prove to yourself you are free to choose what you want. tsk tsk. Today was the first time in a really long time that I woke up still a little drunk...