socializing
Aug. 27th, 2010 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
replacementpartsNext time I get my shot I'll be doing it myself. Yesterday she walked me through finding the right spot on my leg and everything, and we went ahead and did the shot in my thigh instead of my arm like we were doing. It actually hurt less than in the arm, though today there's a bit of soreness. Not enough to bother me much at all, though, so unless it persists for like a week or gets worse I don't think it'll be an issue.
Had a hard time finding the meeting place afterward. The numbering confused me because there was a road in the middle of the block and most of the places didn't have their numbers posted. Anyway, I hung out around the outside of the block until 6:58, didn't see anyone from my group, and was just crossing the street to go back to the Muni station when I did finally see someone I recognized coming across the street in the other direction. He had the brilliant idea to cross the alley and it turned out that I just hadn't gone far enough. It felt better going in not-alone anyway. Funny, though, that I was -this- close to just not going because I couldn't find it.
There were at least five guys there that I recognized from my east bay group, and one more that I've seen at Dimensions (my clinic), and I think over 20 people total, including... four? cis guys there for the discussion. I was pretty quiet, though I did speak up at one point. Still finding my voice at stuff like that, you know?
The formal discussion lasted two hours, then most people hung around another hour socializing in smaller groups. I ended up talking to the guy that had facilitated the group a little bit because I dunno I feel socially awkward talking to new people and he was pretty approachable and had two sprained ankles so he couldn't escape from me. Conversations wound down and I headed downstairs and hung out with the Berkeley group a bit since they were mostly riding together. There was some gallery space in the lobby and some nice photography up.
They headed out and I went down to the Muni station to get back to Bart. I guess my mind was preoccupied because I forgot to get off at the first transfer station and got off at the next one instead, and since it was late it was 13 minutes till the next train that would take me to MacArthur. I like to ride in the front car because it's less crowded than the middle cars and the back cars tend to be full of depressed people.
So the Pittsburgh/Bay Point train pulls up, and I get on the first car, and head toward the nearest pair of empty seats and look up to see the guy who had facilitated the group, that I had talked to. So I sat with him instead and chatted it up on the way back, and since he'd parked his car at MacArthur he gave me a ride the two blocks to my house.
And now I wanna hang out with him because I'm like freeeeeeennnnnddddd.
Had a hard time finding the meeting place afterward. The numbering confused me because there was a road in the middle of the block and most of the places didn't have their numbers posted. Anyway, I hung out around the outside of the block until 6:58, didn't see anyone from my group, and was just crossing the street to go back to the Muni station when I did finally see someone I recognized coming across the street in the other direction. He had the brilliant idea to cross the alley and it turned out that I just hadn't gone far enough. It felt better going in not-alone anyway. Funny, though, that I was -this- close to just not going because I couldn't find it.
There were at least five guys there that I recognized from my east bay group, and one more that I've seen at Dimensions (my clinic), and I think over 20 people total, including... four? cis guys there for the discussion. I was pretty quiet, though I did speak up at one point. Still finding my voice at stuff like that, you know?
The formal discussion lasted two hours, then most people hung around another hour socializing in smaller groups. I ended up talking to the guy that had facilitated the group a little bit because I dunno I feel socially awkward talking to new people and he was pretty approachable and had two sprained ankles so he couldn't escape from me. Conversations wound down and I headed downstairs and hung out with the Berkeley group a bit since they were mostly riding together. There was some gallery space in the lobby and some nice photography up.
They headed out and I went down to the Muni station to get back to Bart. I guess my mind was preoccupied because I forgot to get off at the first transfer station and got off at the next one instead, and since it was late it was 13 minutes till the next train that would take me to MacArthur. I like to ride in the front car because it's less crowded than the middle cars and the back cars tend to be full of depressed people.
So the Pittsburgh/Bay Point train pulls up, and I get on the first car, and head toward the nearest pair of empty seats and look up to see the guy who had facilitated the group, that I had talked to. So I sat with him instead and chatted it up on the way back, and since he'd parked his car at MacArthur he gave me a ride the two blocks to my house.
And now I wanna hang out with him because I'm like freeeeeeennnnnddddd.
