I got Bly out of the house!
Why, yes, I am rather proud of myself. As time goes on, you see, and she works from home and doesn’t have to deal with humans in person for the most part, she becomes more…reluctant…to deal with humans at all. But tonight the word was passed at my work that some of us were meeting at the French Quarter to get happy and forget about work. I quickly made arrangements for the care of Hope, and lured Bly with promises of only the most fun of my co-workers being there…
She had a great time. Flirted with everyone, talked movies and music and politics and work, earned beads from the waiter… 
And me? Did I suddenly discover I like going out, and I’m too young to be a hermit, et cetera, et cetera? No. I enjoyed watching my friends have fun, but it’s not something I’d do often. Writing is just…where I’m supposed to be, clearly.
I’ll leave the socializing to Bly. I get social credits for introducing her, you know. Works for me.