Party

Warning, don’t be shocked, but I went to a party last weekend. OK, it was a small party of ten people. I guess I have a reputation because when ever I do show up at a party, everyone gasps and says, “I can’t believe you actually came!” Lori Hahn even called me a “near-misanthrope” on her blog the other day. Too funny, but I’ll have everyone know that I have gone to all but one party that I’ve been invited to in the last year. I wanted to go, but the damn thing started at 9pm (close to my bed time) and it was going to have loud music.

There was a lot of good conversation and story telling going on. Even stranger, someone there actually uttered the word/phrase, “Fiddle-dee-dee!” and brought a room full of conversation to a halt. “WTF was that?” we all asked collectively.

As with all parties there comes a point when it is time to leave. I am usually the first to leave and I lived up to my reputation. Parties are often over when the food runs out or when someone there makes such a fool of them selves that leaving is the kindest thing one can do to preserve their memory of the foolish person before the stupid action imprints itself permanently in your mind. My favorite party ending event is when the host starts talking about bringing out a game. This is my cue to say, “Thanks, but I need to get home and take care of some animals.”

I’m not big on games, probably because I spell “Tieam” with an “I”. Probably because I humiliate myself enough on my own without the added weight of a game to make me look like a total dork above and beyond the standard I’ve already set for myself.

What can I say? Maybe I can sum it all up with the word/phrase, “Fiddle-dee-dee!”