So say we all

Want to know what I did tonight? No? Too bad.

Battlestar Galactica party. At David Weddle's neighborhood clubhouse.

I refer you to Maggie.

I am an awesome driver, I admit. It's because I hit everything from school to my house when I was a teenager so I used up my accident quota early.

I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to David/Reid. So dude, drop me a line. I'll invite you guys to my housewarming party where we'll discuss the finer points of Ron Moore's coffee drinking habits.

I told Katee Sackhoff she made me cry and she said, "I was supposed to."

But she's so adorable and beautiful that I didn't feel stupid. Until right now.

I also told David Weddle I could really relate to Starbuck's childhood and demanding parents and that that's the part that made me cry and he said, "I think everybody does."

I don't think that's true. Some people have noodle salad.

I make it sound like I was hopping around the party schmoozing and pointing out obvious emotional reactions to crew members who had other crap on their minds, but really I was hiding against the wall, accidentally turning lights on and off. I thought my cleavage would get me some conversation, but you know what? Cleavage isn't as effective as you'd think. Apparently I'm going to have to use my brain and my winning conversational skills to meet people. Who'd have thought?

I made shiny new cards with a gradient and Albert font and my new address. I gave out approximately zero. Good thing I'm going back next week so I can spend another night thinking of ways to not say anything to anybody.