Friday evening.

This was the first time I went to a dinner at a Chabad House and wore pants. There were two justifications for this: I was already out close by and didn't want to come back to my room just to change, and it was too cold for tights. The weirdest part was I didn't feel as out of place as I'd thought I would; I felt about as weird being there as when I wear a dress or skirt. There's two Houses near me, one in walking distance from my house and one in walking distance from my school. If I hadn't been out for research, I wouldn't have gone to the dinner tonight.

I left before the main meal began, but still had a good dinner. It's Tu'Bishvat right now, the birthday of the trees, and there were more than enough salads, nuts, dips, and fruit slices to eat for me to fill up and still get back to the house before it got too late and too cold. It was plenty loud enough when I left, and I didn't want to wait and see if it quieted down.

I was expecting some weird treatment because I wasn't in a skirt, but if there was any I didn't pick up on it. That might just be me being weird and not knowing what to look for, or it might be that it really is okay since I'm very clearly not part of the typical crowd as I'm a woman who'll shake a man's hand.

As way of explanation, because Livejournal encourages mutual communication: in working on my Big Bang story, I lose track of posting, especially because I prefer more substantial compositions. The story's getting close to done, so I should get back in the habit of recording stuff in here soon enough.