We attended a holiday party last weekend -- the first of many. It's the kick-off of the season. We will host a couple ourselves. We will attend oodles more. It's always fun but at some point, I'm ready to go home.
As the crowds start to dwindle and I'm itching to get my coat, the husband will find a piano. Or, he will start a conversation that could result in a new business opportunity. I should be better at networking but it's not my strong suit.
So, I've learned to drive myself so I have an escape or beg someone for a ride home.
I am married to Mr. Last Man at the Party.
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