There's nothing more tedious than balancing a plate on your lap in someone's living room and trying to come up with something to say--"What pretty wallpaper! Your piano looks so nice in front of it! And is that the Thompson piano series? Did you take lessons as a child?" And wanting to go home so much, but you can't yet. And then you spill punch on your shirt and the hostess flutters around.
I used to know someone who always had to go to parties with his wife, and he hated it. It was usually at Christmas choir parties when I'd see him, and I got so I admired how he'd handle things--he'd go straight to the bookshelf and examine every book. Occasionally his wife would pull him out into the room, or we'd have charades, but otherwise he'd be reading titles.
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There's nothing more tedious than balancing a plate on your lap in someone's living room and trying to come up with something to say--"What pretty wallpaper! Your piano looks so nice in front of it! And is that the Thompson piano series? Did you take lessons as a child?" And wanting to go home so much, but you can't yet. And then you spill punch on your shirt and the hostess flutters around.
I used to know someone who always had to go to parties with his wife, and he hated it. It was usually at Christmas choir parties when I'd see him, and I got so I admired how he'd handle things--he'd go straight to the bookshelf and examine every book. Occasionally his wife would pull him out into the room, or we'd have charades, but otherwise he'd be reading titles.
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