I’m sorry it has taken me so long to post again. I’m still recovering from last weekend when people at THREE different parties surrounded me and talked. I had to struggle to listen because, A. I have the hearing of an 80 year-old (no offense to the elderly folks out there with good hearing), and B. I am an introvert and I am busy inventing things in my head like laser printing apps for the iPhone (I don’t know how to make this a reality; it’s just something I thought of). By recovering, I’m not referring to anything alcohol related. I’m talking about reenergizing from talking to actual humans. As I may have told you, we introverts lose energy from social interaction. Still, I enjoyed getting my holiday cheer on, and I have the pictures to prove it. Here are the parties, in chronological order.
Thursday — The Husband’s Work Party
This party was at Park Cantina, a place I had not been to before. It’s a Mexican place, and I like Mexican food. So, I packed my gluten and dairy digestive enzymes, and I was ready to party. The world was not going to cooperate with this, though. First, it was raining, and we had to drive on the highway through rush hour traffic. It was scary, and it took forever. I haven’t blogged about this yet, but I had a horrific accident on the highway, in the rain, during rush hour, when I was 6 months pregnant with my son. Highway driving in general makes be nervous, and we had the trifecta on our way to the party. My husband was driving, so I closed my eyes and did some deep breathing. I’m sure he loved this.
Needless to say, by the time we got there, and walked two blocks in the cold rain from the parking garage to the restaurant, I needed a drink. Since my husband’s company gave us handy bracelets with three drink marks on them, I stepped up to the bar and asked if it was “only beer or wine or could I have a real drink.” I actually said that. The bartender said I could have whatever I wanted. I ordered a top shelf Cosmo. I ended up having two. I should’ve had one. My tolerance is low, and there was not much food. Don’t worry. This will not turn into a puke story. You can keep reading.
So, like I said, it was a Mexican place, so I was thinking burritos, quesadillas, you know, the usual. Instead, there was lots of raw veggies, some sliders, and some chicken on a stick. Oh, yeah, and a platter of cubed cheese, but I didn’t have any cheese because the woman in line in front of me brought a cube of cheese up to her nose, sniffed it, and THEN PUT IT BACK ON THE PLATTER. WTH, Cheese-sniffing Woman?
Saturday — The Ugly Sweater party
Every year, my friend and her husband throw an ugly sweater party. My husband and I just love this family, and we go to everything they invite us to, if we can. Last year, when I was in the boot cast, I still went to the Ugly Sweater party. While it was fun, and the food was yummy, like most parties, it was one of those people overload situations for me. So, we left early. Apparently, there was an ugly sweater competition at this party, but I was too geriatric to stay that late to see it. This year, we ended up talking to some of the same people we chatted with last year. They all seemed like a lot of fun, even though I know for sure I said a few inappropriate things that made people’s faces twitch. I do that a lot. When you don’t get out much, you tend to lose that ability to know if you are truly saying something out loud because you rarely say anything out loud. It’s like you develop a case of Sheldon Cooperism.
Sunday — The Wine Party
One of my husband’s friends is a wine collector. So, we had no idea what to bring to the party that he and his wife were hosting. We couldn’t bring wine, like we normally do. So, we stopped at Earth Fare, and picked up some brie, crackers, and cupcakes. We were the first ones to arrive. As Chris got our brie and crackers on to plates, I stood around trying not to get in the way because I’m useful like that. Then, when the couple’s cat jumped up to sit on a bench near the dining room table, I figured I had better sit near him as he sort of eyeballed the food. Finally, I felt useful. That was my way of helping — keeping the food safe from feline invasion. Also, as you may know if you have ever read this blog, I like to hang out with cats. Orange, the host cat, is an older gentleman, but new to the household. He used to live outside, but our friends recently adopted him. He’s got a good life now, complete with tuxedo collar. I’m not sure if you can see this in the picture.
I loved getting out and wearing sweaters. Oh, and of course, I really loved visiting with Orange, even if Andre was pissed when I got home. Still, I’m looking forward to not having plans this weekend. I may be ready for people again in a month or so.