So it's a friend's birthday party tonight. At some farm miles out of town. Albeit, this is my first social occasion where I'll be alone. Single. I'm dreading it.
Everyone I know will be there, and while some know of the split, it's going to be one of those nights where I have to recount the story 45 times for everyone's benefit. Perhaps I should make a speech as I arrive.
(Spoon against glass: ting ting ting ting ting! "Sorry could I just have everyone's attention? Thanks. I have an announcement to make: Steve and I have split...Any questions? No? Thank you.")
I don't even want to go. But I guess one's got to force themselves to do these things so that you don't mope at home like a loser, chainsmoke on your own at home like a loser, become a loser, become a hermit, or worse....that horrible thing: "Peas on Toast has become a...recluse."
And tomorrow I'm being dragged to a brunch, a party and a club. Oh goodie. Life of the party.