I came, I saw, I stirred

   Last night's Stir event was a fascinating psychological science experiment; equal parts awkward high school dance and meat market, with amazing people-watching. I arrived on the 3rd floor at 6:30 and it was still largely empty, save the handful of guys circling like uncomfortable sharks, the few women there who had already been staked out for conversation, and several lone wolves seated at the tables on the far end of the floor, wringing their hands and holding court for any women brave enough to approach them (none did).

   "It's a good thing I'm already halfway through this Lemon Drop," I thought.

To be continued when I have more time. But for the record, I came, I saw, I stirred, I survived.