For the first time in several months, I got dressed up and headed to a local weekly CD party by my house. I have been to this get together a dozen times, if not more, in the past. It's never been horrible, but not terribly exciting, either. I usually alternate this party, then a night at one of the casinos, alone. When I was going out regularly, it was once a week, on Saturdays. It has been a couple of months because I changed my schedule at work and have been working nights. Anyway, I went out last night to this party, which takes almost an hour to get to. When I got there, I stayed maybe an hour before getting back into my car for the drive back. I could not take sitting in a room full of like minded cd's and admirers. It just put me in a foul mood, and I couldn't wait to leave. These people see each other every week, and all they could talk about was their shoes, or their dresses or what perfume they were wearing. Nonsensical twitter between them, with no direction for the conversation. Maybe I have gotten used to going out to the casinos by myself, and having conversations with total strangers and enlightening them to the world of crossdressing. I have spent many an hour talking to a group of people whom otherwise wouldn't have ever spoken to someone like me. I appreciate that even if we disagree. I have always preferred to be by myself, but when I started this hobby of mine, I couldn't wait to get out and make friends. But something's different now.