I don't even like nachos

The title of this post is something I said some time after the party was planned. Tonight, around 15 people came over to have nachos and surprise pie and talk. After everyone left, both of my roommates asked if I had had fun--since I had talked all week about how I might just leave before the party and not return until afterwards. I responded that I hadn't. I've mentioned a few times before that I'm not a party person. I don't like large gatherings of people. I'm not comfortable in those situations. I like an escape route. Since the only options for leaving were going directly below the party--and having to go past someone to get to the stairs--or going out into the bitter cold, I felt trapped.

When everybody left, I could finally be "free". I didn't feel awkward and trapped, even though I was in the same place. The younger of my roommates mentioned that he might want to make this a weekly thing--the party aspect, at least. He also asked when my birthday was--and said we had to have a party then. Please don't come if my roommates try to plan a birthday party for me. I don't want one.

And the weird thing about parties and how I feel about them, is that I tend to forget in between parties. Before the party tonight, I was considering having a party here to watch Enchanted. Yes, I bought that recently, along with Captain America, Thor, and the Shawshank Redemption--four movies that just go perfectly together. Anyway, neither of my roommates have seen Enchanted, and the younger one was even teasing me about it, even though he had never heard of it. I don't care if I'm not in the intended audience for it--there was an ad for Disney Bridal inside. I love that movie. But getting back to the point--until I was at a party, I forgot how uncomfortable I feel at them.



Now, I'm to get completely off-topic for the remainder of this post: In my speech class on Thursday (before the big run around campus and get stuff fixed adventure), we were doing classmate introduction speeches--why you should get to know this person. The guy introducing me told about the tent pole through the roof of the mouth incident I had as a child. People gasped. It was hilarious. That's probably the weirdest scar I've got.