Last night, the friend I made carrying the banner at the July 4th parade threw a fondue party.
I went all-out with the stuff I brought to dip: cosmic crisp apples vacuum sealed to retain their color, donut holes, pretzel bread, and mini pigs in blankets. And I'm definitely sad I waited too long and didn't get a mini pig.
But mainly I just had an awesome time socializing. I don't get enough of that in my life, and I wish I'd gotten more last night. But I left a little bit after 8:00 since I was tired and had to get myself home. If she throws this party again next year, I'm taking an Uber so I can have more drinks and stay later, for sure.
I had a glass of wine when I got home and watched Roswell and was finally asleep around 10:00 because no matter how late it is, I do need the time to wind down after social stuff. Today's not a work day and my alarm was off, and I had just about the best night of sleep and dreams I can ever remember. I woke up a bunch of times throughout the night, but somehow managed to jump right back into the same dream for the entire night.
In it, I auditioned for a role in a '60s movie on a whim and got the part, and we were in pre-production headquartered in a large abandoned bank space on Broadway in the old neighborhood in Seattle. Filming was weeks off and we were enjoying the time, treating it as team building and character research, with parties in the evenings. So really, I got to go to a bunch of parties in my brain all night, too.
I don't believe in New Year's resolutions but if I could ask for one thing in 2020 it'd be for other people to arrange more social events. If we all did a couple a year there'd be so many that there'd be a couple a month and one couldn't even be expected to go to them all.
In the meantime, I was told last night I should join some of the women there to play pool occasionally on Fridays, and that sounds pretty awesome, too.