Mixer

Tired. The building had our first mixer last night, a pot luck on the back terrace. I made my peanut butter chip/chocolate chip blondies which went like hotcakes. I felt SOOPER uncomfortable at the idea of striking up conversation with a terrace full of total strangers but then I thought--everyone else is in exactly the same boat, it's not like there's going to be a clique of people ignoring everyone else. So I waded in and forced myself to talk to people. I met some people on my floor, including the girl next door who also works in theater (admin, for some agency) and has a couple of Gay Best Friends who were there. Then I chatted up one of the board members and then ended up talking to a young-ish woman and her mother, who were both Russian. We got along GREAT--I speak only a tiny bit of Russian but I can do the accent and I know the culture. At one point the mother teasingly accused me of being a Russian spy, I knew so much! Had a lovely time talking to them. And now I have friends in the building!

When we cleaned up at the end of the evening, they were disposing of food so I ended up with 3 bags of various kinds of chips. Hey-o, dinner!