The Boys Are Back In Town

My LAST social foray was the fourth of July party at Ryann and Crystal's. By the time I got there (after work and the fireworks), Ryann was dead, Crystal had walked into a sliding glass door, and the weird alcoholic concoction that everyone there had been drinking was gone (thank god. No way was I touching that stuff! Tip for redneck drinks: If it isn't beer, it probably is going to either kill you or make you wish it had). Stevie was around for a bit, but then ditched me to rescue someone whose truck had broken down, and then Mike showed up (didn't recognize me) and drunkenly hauled both Crystal and Ryann off to pass out on the couch. That left me with the rest of the party, whom I didn't know... and Kenny.
Kenny I had only ever known as my friend's boyfriend, and I had never liked him. Now they'd broken up, so I didn't even have her around to keep us civil. Awkward?
Actually, it turned out pretty well. While I still trust my first impressions, as I found in Cyprus, sometimes when I give someone a chance to make a second impression, it's a better one. Kenny and I (and Ryann's stepbrother) ended up just chilling around the fire until almost 4am, and it was actually a good time. Kenny and I even had a glow-stick fight that left us both nearly brighter than the fire that Ryann's stepbrother kept sticking his hands in. So it wasn't a waste of a party even though everyone I knew bailed early, and it gave me a chance to re-evaluate someone.
And the last of the boys for today; I brought home a new little baby! Dwarf hamster, that is. After three days of no idea, he's finally been named Oscar. When I get him to sit still long enough to get a good shot, I'll put up pictures and a full post on him.