I feel that I’m pretty lucky to have a full social life. I have my job and from years past like high school and my home of invites to social events, birthday parties, weddings, baby luaus, graduations and other special occasions.
been my partner in crime for nearly 30 years of marriage, and we go everywhere with each other.
But sprinkled throughout the year are parties or events where I’m the only one invited. My wife never has a problem with me going alone, but I always feel self-imposed guilt that I’m going somewhere to have fun without her.
In fact, I’ll even downplay the event, saying that it’ll probably be some boring party and that I’m going to show face and then sit by myself until there’s an opportunity to leave. In reality, that’s never the case, but I feel better about it.
Of course my wife sees right through that, but encourages me to have a great time and jokingly “twists the knife” by she’ll probably end up just cleaning the house.
Recently I was invited to a birthday party for one of my
at an obscure lounge by the airport and it would probably be attended by her family and a few friends where we’ll have food and birthday cake. Oh yeah, it was a “white” party where we were asked to all dress in white attire.
It actually turned out to be a roaring party with local-style food, drinks, a live band, dancing and karaoke. I planned on being a “good boy,” so I planted myself at a table and watched as the room partied hard.
At one point of the night, the birthday girl was dancing near our table and inadvertently knocked over a full bottle of Heineken beer (not mine) all over the front of my white pants. For the rest of the evening, I contemplated how I was going to explain to my wife how this happened at a “quiet” little party.
When I walked into our bedroom, my wife was on her iPad. Without looking up, she asked if I had a good time. I was going to sneak into the bathroom and change. When I was almost scot-free, she then said, “I’m not washing those pants!” firstname.lastname@example.org