I have just left a party that I was slightly dreading, not because I didn’t think it would be brilliant, because these people throw a major good party…. I went as Frida Kahlo above… dreading because I was going to be the sober boring one… It was a younger crowd than normal and I was thinking I was not going to know anyone. A couple of years ago at their annual bash, I got nice and sozzled, and had a perfect hangover.
Anyway, long story short I was asked to babysit tonight for some people who were going to same party. I decided that I would show my face and then swap places with the dad, who had work to do… I left at 10… but I was SAD to leave. I was having a brilliant time, and would have loved to stay until the dancing started and have a massive boogie. I caught up with people I have not seen in ages, met new people, and generally had a smashing time. I guess its quite sad that in 10 months I could say it is the first proper do that I have been to… Well here is to many more.
I am so pleased. I did not feel like a social outcast. Yippee.