Y’all know how I like the moon? So, this weekend, I’m at a party, in Birmingham. I’ve never been to Birmingham before, and I basically know nothing about the town. The party is being thrown by my old roomie, and I know about three people other than the people I brought with me (Britt and Ross). Well, so Britt and Ross and I are helping ourselves to the barbeque, along with some other guests we don’t know.
(what I hear)
Random Girl #1: Is it a full moon?
(What I almost say, but don’t, because, well, I don’t know these people): No, actually the full moon won’t be until next week, it is actually a waxing gibbous.
Random Girl #2: Yes! Full Moon downtown? I think it is the best barbeque in town! I haven’t had it in forever. (and the conversation is launched into a long debate on which barbeque is the best in birmingham.)
At which point I realize that these girls are definitely not talking about the actual moon. And the girl did not ask if it was a full moon, she asked if the barbeque was from Full Moon Barbeque. These people were in no way concerned with what kind of phase the moon was in, and what’s more, if I had tried to tell them the phase of the moon, I’m fairly sure I would have freaked them out.
Good thing I’ve perfected my social skills to the point where I know to keep my mouth shut.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
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