I am a coward.

Yesterday my new landlord had a party and I was invited. I made my wonderful potato salad. I got there late because I was working till 3 and it took forever for the bus to come.

I talked to one person I didn't know and then became a wall flower. I got more and more uncomfortable until I found said landlord and told him that I would be back.

It was 5:30. I didn't go back.

Instead I went to bed and woke up to watch the fireworks that the party had and set off in pie tins floating in the pool. I watched from bed.

Now that it's many hours later, I think I was getting nervous about the drinks. I haven't had a drink since January. Mostly I deal with it in a seperate way. That is most of the people drinking are seperate from me. Yesterday, I was a part of it. I had a kids drink, no booze but eventually I had to leave before I broke down and had a real drink.

Now I get to go tell the landlord and hopfully get my bowl back.

Wish me luck.