I’m not a party person,
never have been. I much prefer small
groups. But for the past few years I
have been invited to an annual BEAT THE
WINTER BLUES PARTY, hosted by a Horace Mann couple. I don’t know these people well, but do like
them, and think it’s nice they include me each year. But because I’m not a party person, all day I
think, “I’d so rather be home doing nothing.”
I vary from my usual black
skirt, cashmere sweater combo, and instead wear black pants and a white cotton
blouse I bought this summer at Maxwell’s but have never worn. I look good from the neck down. My hair looks flat and stringy. I need a haircut.
The invitation says, Open
House, 6 to 10. I show up around 7,
thinking it’ll not be too full. As I am
walking to the apartment, I see someone I was hoping to see, but she is already
leaving. Maybe I should have come
earlier. I arrive and the place is
packed. I get a glass of red wine and do as
my mom would say, “Just mingle.” I talk to people I
don’t know, as well as some I do. I
meet a woman who has been a vegetarian since 4th grade and freaks
out when the mini dumpling she just ate is not vegetarian as the server had
said it was. I talk to a woman who, in
her mid- 50’s, has gone back to school to get her Master's Degree so she can teach
English as a second language. And I eat
some amazing guacamole.
I’m happy I didn’t listen to
myself.
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