Social Moth

Dear O'H dear, Lovely Tea Jenny and The Eldest Mini Princess,

An old friend that The Prince hasn’t heard from for 18 years (she has been in NZ) recently got in touch to invite us to a party (in her home) to celebrate her 50th birthday. Jenk and Sooj had also been invited but they were the only people that we were going to know.

Our reactions…

The Prince - “It will be good to see Charlie after all this time. It might be a but dull but we can always leave and head to a pub with Rob and Sooj”

Me - “Aaaargh I really don’t want to go. This is my idea of hell. I will have to TALK TO ACTUAL STRANGERS. About stuff. And I will have nothing to say. I will be trapped there for HOURS with no escape. Time will slow down and it will feel like an eternity. OMG this is awful. Why is The Prince so chuffing sociable? How can I get out of this? Fark, I can’t. Maybe I’ll get lucky and catch a bug. Preferably just a 24 hour one - I wouldn’t want to ruin Sunday”

Not that any of you needed further proof of why The Prince has a people based job and I work with machines.

But in the end it was actually a very pleasant evening. I even spoke to a very small number of strangers (which was helped by one of them having her retriever puppy there) and survived unscathed! The whole thing got much easier after the third beer!

C

PS This was a picture I thought would be really cool after several beers. Sobriety had a different tale to tell!