It went well, but only because I completely annihilated my plans!

My sister and I are moving into an apartment together - she needs the help with rent, I need help when I'm not feeling okay - and we intended to meet there so I could get a key before we headed in separate directions for the night. Instead, we ended up killing a bottle of peanut butter whiskey while we talked about how we'll arrange furniture we haven't actually bought yet. The whole time we could hear our neighbors down the hall having a party. Emboldened by the alcohol, we went over and introduced ourselves.

Turns out they love hiking, and they love stories about getting severely injured while hiking! They were very welcoming, and we ended up going out to some bars with our new friends instead of going to parties neither of us really wanted to go to. A girl at the party had only one leg, and we joked about how badly we hate crutches. She said, "I've always wondered what it'd be like to break my leg!" and I said, "I imagine that'd be pretty inconvenient for you."

Thank fucking god that she laughed.

It was a great night.