Came home from work in time for a little bit of the block party. It's the 3rd (4th?) annual. I went for a little while, long enough to eat, then came home because I'm tired. Kissed the hubby, said my farewells & left. The actual truth is that while I AM tired (work was a bit stressful for a couple of whiny reasons that will be skipped here) I really left because I just don't really know anyone there and I'm not feeling up to sitting by myself in a corner feeling sorry for myself.
Ok, there aren't any corners, I mean it's a BLOCK party, in the middle of the street. But I'm still more of a natural wallflower than social butterfly. That's my fella. I married a butterfly, and he frequently flits off, not even realizing that I'm feeling abandoned. All alone! Woe! And it's not really fair to him - I used to blame him, see. I used to say "You go off & leave me alone and I don't know anyone!" After a few years (ok, more than that, fine, but he's very patient) I realized that it's not his job to escort me all evening. I got better at being social. I'm much more confident than I used to be. But I'm tired, ok? And shy! And I wanna go home! So I did.
