i always get myself a little worked up when i have to share a meal with someone for the first time. tonight, we went out with nine new someones, so i was a bit nervous. at least one of them knows i'm vegan (although she only found out a couple of days ago, and hasn't talked to me about it at all), but i don't know if she mentioned it to anyone else. we met everyone at the restaurant and due to a series of clusterf*cks we were nearly 30 minutes late, which of course added to my feelings of self-consciousness. i haaaaate being late. anyhow, they waited for us and i did my ordering thing, and as usual everything was pretty much a non-event. i was seated at the way end of the table, so i doubt anyone even really heard what i ordered. there were a few dicey moments when talk turned to ingredients of food–the guy next to my husband has a bugaboo about high fructose corn syrup (and with good reason), and we somehow ended up talking about peanut butter, which you know i have strong feelings about–but all in all, my veganism remained untouched and unspoken. i also panicked when a small group started comparing their dogs' diets (this was a greyhound group again), but we also escaped that one. i need to stop being so paranoid about what other people think. it's exhausting.