Last night

Last night started off a bit 'iffy', but turned out really lovely. When I arrived, Cunt the Seventh was his usual, boring tit self. Blah Blah Blah. The landlady looked as if she wanted to take the easy way out, but she retained her dignity and composure as normal. Then another regular arrived. He's not a bad bloke but he talks. He talks and talks very loudly, and just carries on talking. The usual topic is his dog. I find that strange because it's only an animal. I couldn't love something that is infested with parasites and licks its own arse.
Anyway I did feel uncomfortable. My arms started to ache, my foot was tapping and I got a ringing noise in my ears. I found myself going out for more fags than normal.
In the meanwhile, a couple I know socially came in, so we had a natter. They left, the talking man and his dog left, and in came another couple of friends. It was looking better. We'd just started nattering when in came my spectrum friends, followed shortly afterwards by my brother and his partner. That's more like it!
There was lots of laughter and excellent conversation. Lovely.
One of my friends is bringing a party of people to the pub tonight, and has asked me to play. Of course I will. I've got one of my old-time singalongs tomorrow, and I will get this filmed so I can pout it on the Artists with Aspergers facebook page.
My social life is fantastic. For the first time ever, I really feel that I belong in the place where I live, and that I am a person. I am surrounded by love and wonderful people. I am so lucky.