In a daring display of social anxiety, I skipped the staff Christmas party last night. Not the ladies' one that I'm supposed to "co-host" but the whole staff one. I hate that party. I ignored my phone, which was making indignant pinging sounds as the party went on. I like this age of text messages where I can just pretend I lost my phone. It makes it much easier to skip parties.
I once skipped a party I'd promised to attend and one of my friends phoned me from the bar to find out where I was. This was the days before cell phones, when one had to borrow a phone from the bartender who would drape the long cord over the bar while you talked. She said, Lisa oh my god where are you! K is worried sick! Just as she said that, I heard K's voice slurring in the background: Gimme another Grasshopper. That was back when I felt compelled to make up excuses about car troubles and sudden violent illnesses.
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Today I revealed something very personal to someone I do not know very well, but about whom I have a good feeling. I tend to think my instincts about people are accurate. So far she has responded exactly right. It is possible she is more trustworthy than I am.
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