I'm quite proud of Basement Artist.
Her birthday was coming up, her fiancé was in town, and she decided (with our permission) to throw a "come-meet-my-boyfriend-and-celebrate-my-birthday" party. She'd never hosted a party before and for an extreme introvert this was a huge undertaking. She didn't do it because she likes parties, she did it because she felt it was an "adult" thing to do and she wanted to push herself a little.
In all fairness Adored Wife and I did a fair amount of guidance and pitching in but BA and her boyfriend (I shall have to come up with a blog pseudonym for him at some point) carried the load.
It was way more successful than she had anticipated. Part of it was my fault, part of it was her fault; I told her to invite twice the number of people she really wanted because most people wouldn't be able to come. She rounded that number up and about two-thirds of the invitees put in an appearance. We were sort of thinking a dozen people and we had in the vicinity of twenty. Family, fiancé, guests from the neighborhood and the theater and her job and her church--it was a fun crowd.
And BA was the center of attention because these were her guests, and she was the only one present who knew everybody. She was having to be gracious and social and welcome people and make introductions and do this, that, and the other. It helped, of course, that everyone there knew and liked her (and with all due modesty it helped that her parents were there to support her and are good at this kind of thing) but she did herself proud.
And a good time was had by all.
Hope all's well out there, friends, and God bless.
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