confessions of a helpless social butterly
There are different kinds of parties in my hometown. Last night’s was an arguing party. Everyone sat out in the spitting rain, under a tree in the bakyard, and they fought and they bickered and they seemed barely even friends. Everyone did their best to win with the volume of their arguments, and of course there was drinking involved, so the volume was both hard to hear and to argue with, or take seriously, or listen to.
I do prefer an arguing party to a wrestling party, or to a football party, or a video game party.
I remember certain other types of parties though, like movie parties, board game partes, not-really-party parties, and, my personal favorite, the kissing party.
The real purpose for the occasion last night was that Ana is moving to Atlanta, and this was her going away party. I’m moving too. Soon, there will be more exciting things than arguing parties, so I can make do for now. Besides, it’s great to see everyone again.
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