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I went to a mixer the other night.
The socialization activity was:
1. Everyone write their name on a piece of paper;
2. That's it.
3. Oh wait no, give them to the organizer who put them in balloons, some 45 minutes after the activity was supposed to start;
4. Pop the balloons without announcing beforehand, forcing half the attendees outside from stress/ptsd, and the organizer having to pop balloons for them;
Days later and I'm still trying to wash bar smell out of my clothes. Socializing is godsdamned depressing.
5. Magic? After that there was no more instruction. The people who already knew each other talked. I left after an hour.
Sorry, to qualify, this was a queer mixer at a gay bar.