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Today’s topic is Parties – and the question, ‘Are you the life of the party or do you like to sit back and be entertained? Share a party story.’
Hmm, this isn’t an easy one for me as it’s years since I’ve been to a party. My generation doesn’t throw parties like we did when we were younger and quite honestly I can’t really remember the last one I went to, apart from a couple of wedding parties, and my grandson’s 18th party last month (the one at home, not the one at the pub with all his mates!)
I think the last party at my house was when my younger daughter was 21 – and she’s now in her 40’s!!
The main thing I recall about parties is the contrast – the before and after! Before – everything is tidy and in its place, buffet laid out and looking good, and glasses, bottles and cans all neatly lined up. Great to sit down and relax with a drink before everyone arrived. But afterwards? Eek! Plates and glasses everywhere (some with remains of food or drink), crumbs all over the carpet and maybe a squashed sausage roll or pizza slice under the chair… But who really cared when it had been a good party?
I used to be somewhere in between the ‘life and soul’ type and the ‘sit-back-in-the-corner’ type. The worst party I ever remember was when someone spiked my gin and orange drink with vodka. I don’t remember much about the party but I do remember how ill I was afterwards! I’ve never been able to drink gin or vodka since then, and can't even stand the smell of them. And before anyway tells me that vodka doesn't smell, believe me, I can smell it!