happy this.

Where is everybody?

We just got back from happy hour. Yes, it is 10:30 PM. We are hopelessly old. This is the most social interaction I've had since we moved to Connecticut. It was fun, though. The people from Marc's workplace are decent. They have an awful lot of inside jokes, though. I guess someday we'll be part of the inside jokes, and then some other employee's wife will feel left out of the action. And so the circle of life spins round and round. Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives. Suburban happy hour is a weird mix of drinking and joking and wondering if you're sober enough to drive home. Or, if your husband is sober enough to drive home. He was.