I was just talking to Julie on the phone and saying that my career as a writer is at a stand still. I haven’t even written my blog for awhile because my life is so boring.
Then I realized that tonight is my building’s Christmas party so I could write about that. I hung up.
I go to the party every year. I am the absolute worst at parties. I hate making small talk and if I wanted to hang out with anyone in my building I’d probably know their names. I’ve only been living here since 1976.
For the past few years I went with David.
Each year I made him promise not to leave my side because as I just said I have no small talk ability but because he’s a real charm boat when it comes to talking to strangers as soon as we’d reach the lobby he dropped me like a hot potato, something that seems to be the story of my life.
So tonight I’m going alone. I’m having a drink now so my personality will be better.
I will probably talk to my friend Jeffrey who’s always nice to me and then I’ll wander over to my super and his wife. I really like them but they may not be that crazy about me any more because every time I see their little kids in the lobby I tell them that their parents are buying them ponies for Christmas.
The party will start in about 22 minutes. I think I won’t post this until I come home.
I’ll take a few photos so you will get a peek of the festivities.
I’m back. It’s 7:02. I left the apartment at 6:41.
I ate dinner and took some pictures.