'Tis The Season

Hosted a Christmas Dessert & Cocktail party last night. It was a hoot. Thank god for the Pig and his knuckleheaded companion. They were the first to arrive (with the except of RoomyEx and her mom who arrived hours early and who were napping/getting ready upstairs when they arrived). The Pig's loud and obnoxious knock on the front door set the tone for the entire evening: loud (but not really obnoxious).

Everyone laughed and yelled and talked over one another. Rover played bar tender, making the margaritas on the weak side, which meant no one got shit-face drunk--thank god. People congregated in the kitchen, to capacity, and then eventually split up into the family and living rooms. Most people stayed until 1:00 a.m. No one drove drunk. Everyone was drinking water at the end. Nice to have responsible friends who know how to have fun.

The only exceptions were The Rabbit and Rover's sister-in-law PillsburyDoughGirl.

Doughy sat on the couch by herself from the get-go, drawing people in and away from the crowd to pay attention to her. The typical wall flower. Feeling responsible for her welfare and good time, I tried to talk to her and include her, but to no avail. As soon as some other peripheral conversation caught my ear, I was lost to her.

The Rabbit, unbeknownst to me until last night, pulled the same act. He sat on his own, admittedly tired from a long week of surgery and hospital administration, and, as with Doughy, I sought him out and paid him attention. But he's just not social. He offers nothing, brings nothing, contributes nothing. He does not laugh, joke, or even, at a minimum, participate in or offer up interesting or even dull conversation. Every attempt to engage him is a dead end. High maintenance.

So what is it? Are Doughy and The Rabbit just dull? Or is it that they're just both depressives? They're both on meds, both prone to depression. Is that it?

Dunno, but next time, I'm not bothering with all the attempts at making them feel at home in a crowd. I missed out on a lot of the party in being a good hostess to them.

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Things are good. Fine even. Sailing along smoothly with few bumps. My fibroids are acting up again so I guess I'm going to have to bite the bullet and go in for a procedure. Hope it works. Anyhow, that reminds me that I need to email my doctor. Hope all's well out there in BlogLand.

Merry, merry.