Well I went. Not going would have:
{a} made me feel disappointed with myself
{b} probably got my husband even more worried
{c} made everyone pester me today about why I didn't go
{d} meant I had to return my ticket to the organising lady, who is a very organisy type and who would have in all likelihood told me to pull myself together (or I could have just not turned up, and then faced her being cross today [she will go round and badger the few no-shows we had]).
It was OK, as these things always are. I see that people enjoy themselves, but I never find them that enthralling. Can anyone tell me what the point of these things are?
Part 1: standing around 'chatting' but with a lot of background noise so you can only hear about two people.
Part 2: eating stuff while just about being able to hear the other people on your table.
Part 3: disco starts and you can only hear the person sitting next to you if you are shouting at each other; plus you are sitting in what's mostly dark with lights flashing at you.
I know I'm sensitive background noise, e.g. if we go to lunch as a group, people all chat to each other, but I can't hear anyone other than the person next to me and maybe the one next to them - because everyone else is drowned out [to my ears] by the background chatter; but everyone else is fine with it.
Then again, I've never 'got' it - why is being somewhere loud with flashing lights meant to be fun? Today I have a headache (didn't have any alcohol but prob still a bit dehydrated; or maybe from the lack of sleep too), and my throat really hurts (from the little bit of shouting I did). There's not many people here yet but they all seemed to enjoy it, so that is good

Even better, nobody seems to have noticed that I disappeared as soon as was vaguely acceptable so no nosy questions yet!
Mind you, I've never got it - even at birthday parties as a child I'd end up sitting in a corner playing with the birthday friend's dog or something, rather than being near all that noisy screaming.
Reminds me: when my mum moved house last year, we found a box with all my old school reports in. My very first one, from my first year at primary school (I started in the Jan and the report was done in the July), it said "[Maizie] seems a little bit overwhelmed by all the people and activities going on, but I am sure she will settle down still". Thank you, Mrs. Rivers, for your optimism - it's 26 years now and I'm still waiting

Anyway, not needing any replies to this; just wanted to witter about it somewhere and here seemed as good a place as any because it's where I started wittering about it.