I was just informed by my husband that a state senator and the city mayor will be in attendance this evening. Ok, so if I wasn’t nervous enough about tonight’s “party,” I certainly am now. We all know these things aren’t about fun as much as they are about being seen by the right people, networking with them, and working the room like a highly skilled politician.
I can talk to anybody, but don’t like large groups of people. I especially don’t like large groups of people I don’t know. The only people I know from his work won’t be there, because they are on vacation. I won’t even have a glass of white wine in my hand to avoid fidgeting and to calm my nerves. Shoot, I won’t even be holding a caffeinated beverage. CRAP.
So, now I’m going to worry all day that my dress isn’t just right and just how much I hate my haircut. All of a sudden a night in is sounding so much better. I mean, how can you beat a movie in your pajamas with somebody who doesn’t care that you like flannel, or that your hair is sooo not cute, and your makeup is all over the place?
Let’s hope the bonuses they are handing out are worth the nerves. Perhaps we’ll even win a door prize, and that would make up for the almost certain blisters.
