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PARTY THREE

In my effort to attend more parties, I signed up for five this holiday.

I think I last said that it was 4 parties but one was added.

Last night was a neighborhood cocktail party up the hill. Nice guys, nice house.

Dog walking acquaintances. Our pooches are friends. They probably know more about each other than the four humans do.

The house was decorated for the holidays from top to bottom; inside and outside. They have the biggest and best (not necessarily the same) outdoor lights on the hill. Nice.

Better them than me. We used to do this kind of thing. They are the right age for it.

So, it was OK. I stayed for 35 minutes which is good for me.

We went with the neighbor out back of us on the same drive. She liked the idea of escorts and we got a free ride up the hill.

The crowd was OK. A lot of other neighbors. People whose names we do not know (and probably still don't) who we see on our daily rounds.

I had a water. Walked around. Stood by John as he socialized. I nod. Smile. Not too interested in the small talk.

It is mostly of the 'which house is yours' category of conversation.

I suppose we/they worked a bit on the neighbors who were not there. Who is up and who is down.

No surprise that in this group there is unanimity on the question. We all got invited by the same guys.

I suppose the 'other' neighbors were having a party and talking about us.

They had some food but you can never be sure so I had a smoked turkey sandwich and salad before. Never go unarmed or unfilled. You may not get to eat at all or, if there is food, it will all be high calorie/fat choices.

Besides, I don't much care for other people's food.

So, I left John to continue his visits and came home by myself. An easy walk down the hill.

Franklin and I finished the night together out at the spa looking at the stars—Orion is just overhead now—and seeing the lights on the house I had just left.

I am going to collect this holiday party series in one volume and call it 'Diary of an Introvert'.