I would like to go to the Diesel tonight, as per usual.
But.
If I go, and everyone walks on eggshells, and asks how I'm doing in hushed and careful tones, and gives me big hugs and says things like "If you need anything..." with meaningful looks and audible elipses, I will run mad in white linen.
To give you the rundown, I'm okay, I know where to go if I need stuff, I'm not up to talking about my grandmother in any kind of detail at the moment, I'd appreciate noise and company, and the Diesel makes the best mocha around, so running mad in white linen (a process that is bad both for linen and coffeeshops) is something I'd prefer to avoid. I am sorry to start out the evening with the preemptive quashing of natural and well-intentioned impulses, but it seems safer that way.
ETA:
danceboy reminds me that the last batch of people to promise me unspecified special favors (i.e. "If you need anything...") were ruthlessly recruited for a stage crew. Seriously, do not use these words with me, because I have a house with gutters, and I have no compunctions.
But.
If I go, and everyone walks on eggshells, and asks how I'm doing in hushed and careful tones, and gives me big hugs and says things like "If you need anything..." with meaningful looks and audible elipses, I will run mad in white linen.
To give you the rundown, I'm okay, I know where to go if I need stuff, I'm not up to talking about my grandmother in any kind of detail at the moment, I'd appreciate noise and company, and the Diesel makes the best mocha around, so running mad in white linen (a process that is bad both for linen and coffeeshops) is something I'd prefer to avoid. I am sorry to start out the evening with the preemptive quashing of natural and well-intentioned impulses, but it seems safer that way.
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