My Parallel Universe Social Scene

For reasons I can't entirely place, I have way more friends in Cambridge, MA than I do anywhere else. While, yes, it makes sense that I should know a bunch of people here, there's no good reason why they should so substantially outnumber the people in, for example, the place where I've lived for the past five years. I think that's one of the reasons that I like working here: an instant social network that lets me feel like somewhat of a normal person.

So last night I went out to a party for the second week in a row. I brought some people from work -- not just to have someone to stagger back with but also because I thought that at least one of them needed to meet the host of the party.

Some questions raised by the chocolate martinis:

1. At one point I was talking to two guys about math. (Yes, ok I go to nerd parties.) We were discussing cake-cutting algorithms. One of my coworkers claims that the guys were being creepy and hitting on me. Were they really hitting on me? Or was my co-worker referring to other guys who I talked with much more briefly at the party (and have known for a very long time)?


2. With one of the guys who I've known for a long time, I couldn't decide if he was being friendly because we've known each other for years (and the whole alcohol thing) or if he was hitting on me. This actually matters a bit because I feel that my response should be appropriate to his intent.

Woke up at 8:30am today because I am a morning person. Since I drank a liter of water before heading to bed, and I took some sort of NSAID, I'm doing alright this morning. Now I need to decide what type of math I should think about today.