I hate bars! How do I always forget this? Tonight after work I went to a happy hour for someone who's leaving to go to grad school. And it just put me in the worst mood. I got tired of standing up. I was starving. The bar serves food, but no one else was ordering food, and I didn't want to be all sitting down and eating by myself. It was smoky. And I can't talk loud enough to be heard in bars. Just can't do it. I can shout, but eventually I wear my voice out and I drop out of all the conversations and it sucks. I enjoy the science writer happy hours I go to, usually. But they're in less bar-like bars.
Must remember this next time.