Parties

You know, I really don't like parties. Never have. Probably never will. Yesterday, we had a baby shower for my daughter at her in-laws and a company Christmas party. It was a lot of party for one day.

Don't get me wrong. I love people...talking to them one on one or in small groups. And I fully realize the importance of social contacts and obligations. But I always find the party atmosphere, with loud noises and small talk, a bit much.

Our company Christmas party consisted of eating Mexican food in the office warehouse. Only 10% of the people speak English, so the party consists of me smiling and nodding a lot. When I had to introduce myself, I said that I was Johanna and handle the denada. Niel had to correct me and tell me that it's denaro that I handle. And that's just a sample of my Espanol!

It was really cute watching the little kids with a pinata, though. One of the workers brought his little daughters in their best dresses and they looked festive and lovely.

A good time was had by all. And now I only have Niel's family Christmas Party, ward party and Sarah's last baby shower to get through til break time.

Emily asked why I had a weird smile pasted on my face at the baby shower. I don't think I ever realized before just why my face always felt the same way at social events, but now I know. I am aware. I told her that was my polite party face and it was better than just sitting there with a blank look, or worse yet, a groucy face. She laughed.

Anyway, I'm practicing a new party face for the upcoming events. :)