A former coworker hosts a gargantuan party every year around this time. I don't know if she bills it as a Christmas party, a holiday party, or perhaps a Solstice party. Neither designation would surprise me. I've been invited more than once. As of today, I've never been. Her party this year is tonight, I just learned. I no longer receive an invitation although there's no doubt that the hostess would, should I actually show up, welcome me with open arms and declarations of genuine glee. In spite of my affection for this former coworker, my raging curiosity and assurance it'd be a fine time indeed, I'm not going this year, either.
Here are some of the things that make me want to go, while at the same time make me want to stay away. Keep in mind that, having never been in attendance, I'm merely reporting my version of what I recall as having been shared with me by past attendees.
- Reportedly there are usually about 100 guests in attendance. Even in a big house, that's a honkin' lot of people to rub shoulders with.
- Because of hostesses love for people and rapt attention to whatever's in front of her at any given moment, the likelihood that I'd actually be able to visit with said hostess for more than, oh, maybe 7 minutes tops, is close to nonexistant. Kind of like the bride at the long-awaited wedding.
- People are encouraged to bring their musical instruments. And they do. Creating numerous opportunities to break into song throughout the day/evening.
- In spite of the fact that most guests bring food, apparently it's expected that all will line up in the hall to await the hostesses announcement for the time to eat, thereby making the flow of food-to-be-partaken less natural and comfortably rhythmic. The wait is, I'm told, rather noticeable.