Tonight is my first sober Christmas party. I mean MY party. My husband and I host his company Christmas party at our house each year. In the past we have had approx. 50 people show up. It was a pretty easy party for me. I just had to clean the house. They all brought an appetizer or a dessert. We provided the drinks (wine, beer, soft). Always a fun time that everyone looked forward to each year. The last two hours of the party was a gift exchange called “white elephant gift exchange.” For those who don’t know what that is, each person brings a gift (either a nice, new gift – or a silly used gift). Drawing from a deck of cards, guests are called to the tree to pick a gift – or choose one from a guest that already opened one. It gets more complicated as the evening goes on, but it’s hilarious and the silly gifts keep reappearing each year. The most popular gifts that keep getting “stolen” are the bottles of wine and Crown Royal that are wrapped and placed under the tree.
I’ve always looked forward to this party. Not because these are my closest friends and I have lots to talk about, but because the wine just keeps flowing and no one is paying attention to how much I drink. I seldom have an embarrassment, although I’ve spilled plenty. But with such a crowd – who wouldn’t spill, right?
Well, his company has been reorganized a bit and the party is very small this year. Only about 14 will show. Everything will be the same, but on a smaller scale. So, I’m cleaning the house and wishing I could skip this one. I’m not worried about drinking because I have no nagging desire. I’m just worried that it will be a dud of a party. I miss the excitement I used to feel. I miss taking a glass of chardonney into the dressing room with me while I gussied up for the party. I’m not chatty, and these are not my closest friends although they are really nice people. I’d just rather be in my bedroom with a good book.
Hmmm. Didn’t expect to feel this way.