Tonight was a lesson in the intricate nature of Interdependency. Our stellar flawless plan for this evening was only as strong as its weakest link - the people involved. Essentially, the larger the group you have, the harder it is to agree upon a common goal. We had a choice of places to go this evening, and at no point could we agree in whole upon which was the best.

This debate raged for almost an hour with lines that had been drawn becoming trenches that had been dug. The possibility of a compromise became a casualty of pride and the result was us being trafficked downtown by a parent while they paid for a $35 one way cab ride.

I was thoroughly disappointed with the outcome. The originally agreed upon plan of a sociable Friday, my plan, had been scrapped by the illogically vodka laden leaving us deeply divided. To add further insult to injury, in a stroke of genius, I forgot my cellphone, leaving it nestled between the cushions of a couch and hence leaving myself thoroughly disconnected.

I barely drank this evening, I felt as if I'd drank nothing. With the clarity of thought that resulted I didn't win trivia, I didn't give advice or offer an opinion but instead dove inward, examining how I felt. Worried. Wondering. Disappointed.

I'm in chase mode. A polite, delicate, possibly unnoticed chase.
Perhaps in the interests of avoiding misunderstanding I should become bolder and clearer.

... Then again, perhaps I'm an idiot.
I can't believe I forgot my phone, and without a single decent excuse.