sistawendy | Nun strolls down memory lane in a small group. (Reply)

I had dinner last night with four cow-orkers from two jobs ago. Yeah, it was my idea, and it took us forever to settle on a place & time, but settle we did - on a pho joint just five minutes from my old place. It took me ninety (90) minutes to get there, late, at 1830.

We hadn't gotten together since before my Grand Snip, so just over four years. Things I learned:

Two of said cow-orkers have since become cow-orkers of gfish. I inevitably told Burning Man stories, and they knew about the his flaming pendula sculpture. No, that's not dirty.
Speaking of dirty, I think I've forgotten how not to make straight east siders uncomfortable with talk of squirty orgasms in public places. I almost hate to break it to them that by the standards of my circles, my freakiness level is average at best.
One of them messed up my pronouns twice. I wasn't sure I heard it the first time, so I didn't correct her. Grumpy face goes here.
Some of us are doing better than others w.r.t. money, jobs, and kids. I didn't expect to feel so lucky in comparison, but I do. Shoot, even if we were all rolling in dough, I'd still be more psyched about life than the rest of them.
I could tell that none of us really wanted it to end as soon as it did. That was bittersweet.
Taro bubble tea is bomb.

Ingress level: 6.47. I've plugged into the local Enlightened fora, and there are going to be all kinds of fun events for the 27th, but I have m'boy and zappy that weekend. Arg!