pensive patrol

Large gatherings are a challenge to host. I am poor at encouraging social mingling. That's why most of our parties are doused with alcohol--the social lubricant!

The social butterfly escape eludes me. The host who can flit from one guest to another and manage party socializing with ease is what I aspire to be. I tend to get stuck with a guest who is genuinely happy to be at my event, yet regales me with stories of people in their lives of whom I don't--or barely-- know. I feel my eyes glazing over and my posture drooping and my mind racing to find the escape route. And truly, I do want everyone to have a great time at my parties and I am interested in their lives. However I am concerned about the food, the beverages, the recycling, the door, the elevator, the people I haven't spoken with yet, the time, the dishes, the husband, etc.

Perhaps I need to go out more often. Anyone want to go out into the world with me?


Quote from H.W. Sylvester:

Joy comes not to him who seeks it for himself, but to him who seeks it for other people.


take care...