This is what I was greeted with when I get home.

Kitty Gauntlet: This is what I was greeted with when I get home.

The picture to the left has nothing to do with this post. Well, except for the fact that these lads were chillaxing in the hallway when I got home.

Tonight I went out. First for drinks after work with some co-workers, at Duffy’s Tavern and Grill in Kennebunk. I drank iced tea (NOT COKE! Yay me!). We snacked on snacky things. Then I high-tailed it to the Maine Tweetup at the Portland Regency Hotel‘s The Armory. There I had some more snacky things, but did not drink anything. Even water. I was too busy talking to people. People I just met tonight, others I haven’t seen in a couple of years, and still others I saw a few weeks ago. And the talking was fine.

I had to pull myself away.

It’s been a while since I’ve been so unabashedly talky. I missed that Lanna. She hasn’t been far, mind you. Tonight I was having so much fun talking, and I was feeling that pull to stay because I had that don’t-want-to-miss-anything-and-everyone-is-so-interesting-and-maybe-someone-will-say-something-funny-and-if-I-leave-I’ll-miss-that feeling. You know.

Is that the extroversion thing? If I’m not there, I might miss something fun. I like fun things!

Whatever it is, I’m glad to feel that pull again.