It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a party with no kids and no real time constraints.
Until this weekend.
Our friends The Wallins have somewhat concurrent birthdays, so they had planned a big party for this past Saturday.
Now, before my brain got all woobly and I started being anxious about things like my shadow and how maybe my shadow didn’t even like me after all, I was a party goer. I did the people thing. I loved it and I was good at it. Perhaps it is just a product of age and things like that, but more often than not I opt out of parties and people and being around other humans in wads.
For some reason, though, I wasn’t worried about this one. Maybe it was the fact that I really like The Wallins and I really enjoy all the JustUs Geeks and the little family it has become, maybe it was all the superhero themed wonder, or maybe it was just all the cake. I was excited.
It was so much fun. S’mores with marshmallows the size of my head, hamburgers, cupcakes, fire, pingpong, photo booth.
I saw people. I talked to people. And I had a good time. This is huge. HUGE.
I should be a person more often.
