Party and Anxiety

I'm here, listening to a party outside the window in the room I'm staying in the mountains of Puerto Rico. It's my mother-in-law's birthday. 


I just finished the YouTube videos I do for the week and they've uploaded to the cloud and are waiting to be edited--one already pulled down to my phone. 

I want to go out, and I will, but I suffer from mild anxiety. 

It's like when I was a kid and went somewhere new, and by the end you were playing with your cousins and not wanting to leave. You never know what you'll miss. 

But I am going out there. I hear the live music playing now. A local singer who was hired.

My wife's uncle sent a Corona light into my room(with a lime/Lemmon, I love it! Haha). 


And then he sent another one. 

So I'm going to let these relax me a bit. 

I have to get over these phobeas. I mean, I am a bit ashamed I don't speak Spanish yet. I really should know it already. But like I said, I'll be going out. Just need to let the beer turn me into something else. 

I'm kidding, but it will take the edge off. 

4:45pm. 
Uh oh. Third beer brought to me. I'm already feeling the first two--I'm not a drinker. And I'm a coward! Lol

I will be going out soon! 

5:15pm
And I'm out! I've met half of the people, but I'm parked with my cervesa and fan and will stay here for a while, thank you very much. 

Okay. Stuck around a bit more, then went back to the room. My wife brought me some food and cake and I came out for the singing of happy birthday. 

So I wasn't that bad. I made it out there for quite a bit. 

Eh. I'm a punk. 

WCM 


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