There I am, a week ago with the crew as an Ascociate Advisor, in one of my first official roles in said job. Our outing was simply an overdue birthday party for one one of our founding members (a young lady).
I happened to arrive downtown a little early, so I waited outside the fancy chinese restaunt we were supposed to rondevous at. As it was an unnaturally cold and blustery evening, it didn't take long for me to take cover in the restaurant. I gave it 10-15 minutes of waiting before I got to wondering about whether I had arrived late. Turns out my problems were unjustified. Next thing I knew, my fellow advisor (who knew a bit more about the event than I did) tapped me on the back, and asked the store director where the party for the group was being held. Being closer to that person could've helped, but you do what you can. Turns out, some more of the people from this girl's history past and present turned up as 20 years of history fell from those tables, and time was spent with each guest by the star of the show. All too soon, it was time to pack up, pick up, and move down the road for ice cream, hot chocolate, and brownies. It was about 9:30p when they decided to go to the Barnes& Nobles in the Mall, but I was tired and didn't want to push my success with the seizures, now that I've finally got something going here, seizure-med wise. So I had my dad come pick me up. One of my several missions at this point in my life is to re-gain the confidence needed to begin going out again that I have lost in the three years I've been here. And when I mean here, I mean this house for the most part, but things are starting to look up.
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