New Man for a Night

I wasn't completely myself last night at my friend's birthday. I dressed up. I drank wine (at a bar). I talked to people. I danced swing with someone who's nearly a stranger. I danced the fool by myself. I asked someone out for next weekend.

I didn't have as much of a care as I usually do.

But why?

I was kicking back for a good part of the night w/ my cousin Bob, who's GREAT conversation and been good company lately. He has this go with-the-flow, take chances attitude about everything. Maybe I lifted a little from his philosophy.

Since I started my exercise and "diet" regimen in September, I've lost around 20-30 pounds. I've been hovering at 230 for about a couple weeks now. Despite that, my physical self image has improved In the bathroom, I spend a couple extra seconds in the mirror flexing my progress.

Then, maybe the clothes and the occasion helped me along too. I was more or less in costume for this "red carpet bash". It was a celebration.

I don't know... I sure hope this was more than the Merlot, and a change has come upon me.