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Party Invitations
Ah, my life is back to strangeness. I have received an invitation to the big A list party for gays in Denver, Hellywood. Tim Gill is the big name in Denver's gay social scene from what I know. I say that because aside from occasionally being invited to his big parties I don't really know much about any of this. I just know Tim a little because once upon a time before he got busy founding Quark and becoming fantastically rich he was a member of DASFA. So I ran into him one time and struck up a conversation about the club and we met for lunch. And since then I've been invited occasionally to his parties and to see movies with him. Which I find strange since I'm not really cut out for that scene, I think.
Last year when I went to Hellywood I felt this intense attack of the shys, I found a empty room to go hide in with a drink for a while. Some other people showed up including one (Jon) who liked sci-fi. He was nice, but it didn't work out with us to be friends. (And he had later borrowed some of my clothes and never gave them back, bastard.)
There were way too many people for me and it was hard to talk to anyone. I don't know that I'll go this year. Edit For one thing I have to work the next day, for another it is not like going to a party, it is like going to a dance club. Nowhere to sit and talk, too loud for words, and I would feel uterly alone there. /edit It's kind of sad, like winning a prize that you can't use.
Last year when I went to Hellywood I felt this intense attack of the shys, I found a empty room to go hide in with a drink for a while. Some other people showed up including one (Jon) who liked sci-fi. He was nice, but it didn't work out with us to be friends. (And he had later borrowed some of my clothes and never gave them back, bastard.)
There were way too many people for me and it was hard to talk to anyone. I don't know that I'll go this year. Edit For one thing I have to work the next day, for another it is not like going to a party, it is like going to a dance club. Nowhere to sit and talk, too loud for words, and I would feel uterly alone there. /edit It's kind of sad, like winning a prize that you can't use.