Before I build in too many days since my parents came home from their cruise to Scandinavia, I wanted to note that I did something during My Days Of Freedom that I hadn't done before: Hung out with friends. There was a Thursday night where I visiting a stripper I know at this bar ... where she was working -- with her clothes on. The next evening I saw an amateur wrestling match with a person I once ushered with. Hadn't seen that guy in years. Then on Sunday afternoon I went to the Twins game with the guy I have an annual trip to see the British TV Advertising Awards with every holiday season.
All three people sent out invitations for me to hang out with them. Normally I would not say yes. (Actually, normally people don't send out invitations.) But I felt a freedom from my parents being gone. They wouldn't be here to tsk-tsk me for being out so often and spending so much money. I was able to do whatever the hell I want with people I wanted to hang out with. And it was fun. It was also good to not do fun things by myself. I'm a pretty solitary person, but sometimes it's good to be with someone else, just for a change of pace. I should do that more often, get out of my shell a little bit.
Yeah, that's all I think I need to say about it.
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