A Christmas Party

"Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun, now the jingle hop has begun!"
- Jingle Bell Rock

On Monday night I went to a Christmas party, and I'm really proud of myself. I felt really nervous about going because I was going alone and I'm not very close with the people that were throwing it; we went to high school together and they were people I always wanted to consider friends, but I never really made an effort to get close to them. So I was very flattered that I was invited, and very glad that I had a lot of fun.

As a sort of apology to myself for my drinking on Saturday night, I was very careful at this party. I mixed my drink lightly (gin, Sprite, and maraschino cherry juice) at home and nursed the same drink all night. I had a gentle buzz on and felt relaxed, but not tipsy or anything. I think it may be the most responsibly I've ever drank at a party. I would say the most responsibly I've ever drank, period, but there have been a few occasions where all I've had was one glass of wine at dinner and that's quite reasonable. I feel like that makes me sound like a ridiculous drunk. I don't actually drink all that often.

I saw my counsellor this week for what will hopefully be the last time. She thinks that when I come back from Katimavik I probably won't need to see her at all. She said she can see how my antidepressants have made a difference: I seemed more cheerful and relaxed from the very beginning of our conversation. I'm going to miss seeing her, even if I'll be glad to be past the point where I need to. She's very fun to talk with. This week we talked about phone plans, my relationship with Wrecking Ball, my new job, and the reasons behind her kids' names. We also talked a bit about what I might do with myself in the future. She said it really sounds like I'd be happiest doing something artistic. I mentioned I was also thinking about PR, and that advertising would be a good mix of the two. I had a thought then, that maybe I could satisfy my helping-people craving by being an advertiser for a charity or NGO. But we agreed that I'm not going to stress out about my future until after Katimavik, because chances are I'll figure something out while I'm away anyway.

Tomorrow is Wrecking Ball and I's first anniversary! I am not pleased with the grammar of that statement but the only other thing I can think of is "Wrecking Ball's and my anniversary" and that sounds wrong, or "Wrecking Ball's and mine anniversary" and I know for sure that's wrong. Anybody know how I could say it properly?

Tired now and I work at 9:30 am. More later though, as I have a lot to say - I still want to talk about getting fancy things in the mail, I'm going to tie that in with a review of my feelings for the nice job I had this month, and also I have my plane ticket to get to my Katimaplacement and it makes it a lot more real and I have a lot of thoughts about that. But bed now.