My body, my soul, my disposition; none of it is set up for parties. I’m not talking family get togethers. I can do those and be the last one to leave but parties.....I HATE them.
I love people, I really do. But one on one, connecting in a meaningful way. Parties are just small talk with loads of background noise and heavy drinking. Three things that I have an incredibly difficult time with.
Last night we attended one given by a couple we are very fond of. The e-vite had 112 in attendance with another 26 possibles. There was a good band (which did me no good at all), booze was everywhere, as was a flock of National Charity Leaguers, with their deep tans, designer clothing and their ever young faces due to the youth freezing technologies of injectables and plastic surgeons.
I did my best. I really did! I engaged and made small talk. Asked people to repeat or just smiled at them as if I understood. I watched the Boy Scout pour himself a decent size drink of straight tequila even though he knew he had to drive and didn't freak.
Afterwards, I was exhausted. Done in. Fini.
Today the man said he wished I could have been a little more present!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA! WTF! The biggest triumph was that even that complaint didn't spark a fight that it once would have. Before I would have been insulted that he had any complaint after my HERCULEAN effort of just showing up.
Ah well, won't have to do that particular one for another year.
ps....To those of you who challenge me to be better.....I know I've got issues with certain women, of a certain socio-economic status, who give over the top parties as a pretext for earning money for charity and who love to share their latest latest amazing vacations and their kids over achieving accomplishments......I'm working on it.♥
I love people, I really do. But one on one, connecting in a meaningful way. Parties are just small talk with loads of background noise and heavy drinking. Three things that I have an incredibly difficult time with.
Last night we attended one given by a couple we are very fond of. The e-vite had 112 in attendance with another 26 possibles. There was a good band (which did me no good at all), booze was everywhere, as was a flock of National Charity Leaguers, with their deep tans, designer clothing and their ever young faces due to the youth freezing technologies of injectables and plastic surgeons.
I did my best. I really did! I engaged and made small talk. Asked people to repeat or just smiled at them as if I understood. I watched the Boy Scout pour himself a decent size drink of straight tequila even though he knew he had to drive and didn't freak.
Afterwards, I was exhausted. Done in. Fini.
Today the man said he wished I could have been a little more present!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA! WTF! The biggest triumph was that even that complaint didn't spark a fight that it once would have. Before I would have been insulted that he had any complaint after my HERCULEAN effort of just showing up.
Ah well, won't have to do that particular one for another year.
ps....To those of you who challenge me to be better.....I know I've got issues with certain women, of a certain socio-economic status, who give over the top parties as a pretext for earning money for charity and who love to share their latest latest amazing vacations and their kids over achieving accomplishments......I'm working on it.♥
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