After we made our way through the line at the bar we headed out to the balcony - beers in hand for my co-workers and Diet Coke in hand for me. As I walked through the doors and onto the balcony full of people, I realized that I don't know how to do this. This whole scene is foreign to me. I haven't spent any significant amount of time in bars or clubs. Not only do I not know what to say to the people when we're actually having a conversation, I have no idea how to act in the meantime. Reason #2 why I felt out of place. And I don't know if it was out of place as much as it was overwhelmed.
So there I was. One giant khaki pants wearing ball of awkward for the next two hours. I'm sure I was even making the drunk people, slurred speech stories about Ikea and all, uncomfortable with how awkward I was.
I guess practice makes perfect. And the way things are going, I'll be getting a lot of practice.
1 comment:
before you know it steph you will be the queen mingler:)
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