Drew and I went to a dinner party Saturday night. Normally I get pretty uncomfortable at a party with only six or eight people, some of whom I barely know. Small talk can be so exhausting. And this party was hosted by a straight couple, both of whom are architects. So, you know, lah-ti-dah. Come to think about it, four out of eight of the guests were architects. They'd also all gone to the same school, so there was lots of name-dropping I couldn't follow. It sounds disastrous, right?

It really wasn't, though. It was actually quite nice. I think it's because although they're all kind of fancy and wealthy, they're really not at all pretentious. If they said something I didn't understand I could actually say "Huh?" and someone would explain it to me in a friendly, non-condescending tone.

So now I've decided that this particular dinner party is going to be my standard for dinner parties at which I'm only friends with <1/2 the guests. I'm not going to play along with the insecure, pretentious crowd. Fuck all you people who try to be cool at those things and ruin it for the rest of us. When you're not too busy trying to be cool, you can learn all kinds of stuff.

For instance, at the party I heard (for the first time) about Japanese t-shirt folding.



So now I'm doing a load of laundry just so I can fold all of Drew's t-shirts.