If you would have told me a year ago that I would be spending my Friday nights alone in my bedroom drinking...I would have said that I have gone down "that" road - cut me off.
Oh, but I can still claim that I am a social drinker - even when I'm alone.
Thank you internet. Thank you Twitter. Thank you @TheBlogess of http://thebloggess.com/ for hosting #wineparty.
For those non-Twitter savvy souls (yes, I was one a few months ago), a hashtag such as "#wineparty" allows people to follow messages containing this key phrase. Like entering a chat room of yesteryear.
For two hours each Friday, women - and a few brave, brave men - enter into a drunken Tweetfest.
This is an interesting way to meet new (real) people with similar snark-itudes.
My first visit was near disaster. Not only did I struggle at following the conversations (that all appear simultaneously in the feed), but also trying to keep all these new people straight.
Oh, and I spilled a glass of red wine on my bed. Party foul. Yes, I could have gone undetected and simply not said anything.
But I'm the person who trips up the stairs and looks for the person who watched it - hoping the fall didn't go unlaughed.
I fessed up.
Anyway, it's a way for me to unwind for a couple of hours at the end of the week. I enjoy it.
Also, it keeps me from watching the "Hey, we know only losers watch TV on a Friday night" programming. I don't need TV execs reminding me that I have the social life of a snail.
Unless you've watched Microcosmos, then you know how HOT snail sex can be!