So far this week I've had small adventures like eating avocado. It sounds stupid that that's an adventure for a California girl, but I'm trying to get over my distaste and general uneasiness for it.
In the past 48 hours I've certainly been living up to the goal. We went out to dinner and explored downtown San Jose for my roommate's birthday on Friday. We ended the night in Single Barrel, a mysterious speakeasy. It was perfect. They kick you out for being too loud, there is no awkward dancing or terrible music, and they keep the bar dark. They only let in a certain number of people at a time, but our 20 minute wait was well worth it (although I can't say anything about how the drinks were since I was driving, but my roommates enjoyed them). My kind of bar.
3.Last night we went to a bar a lot less my style. I'm not a big drinker so I am always the driver, and it often means finding these trips significantly more awkward than the rest of my friends. I don't particularly enjoy dancing and being up close and personal with that many strangers is super low on the list of things I think are fun. But even though it's not really my scene, we had fun dancing like idiots and meeting a lot of weird people.