Accursed guinea pigs
So we're having Thanksgiving this weekend, since our friends we usually have Thanksgiving with aren't available until the weekend and I had to work Thursday anyway. We standardly celebrate holidays on different days than the rest of the country, so this is not a big deal. Yay, people we love traveling leagues to see us for a brief period of time!
But I had to go and invite this guy from work and his wife and their two little kids. They're nice people, and vaguely potentially interesting if we pry, perhaps maybe i hope. They have no family around, and the wife is approximately our age and mentioned last time we met about being frustrated at having no friends her age in the area (her husband is at least ten years older) and i pretended not to notice the hint, since we were planning on moving within a few months at the time. Since we decided to stay, i'd been searching for an opportunity to do something with her, partially because she might be interesting and partially because really, it *would* be neat to have some friends in the area. And so, this being the holiday during which it's most acceptable to make strangers welcome at the table, I invited them to dinner this weekend.
But now, Gah. Now I'm having a bit of a panic, as this means we need to like, talk to them. And be social. And vaguely normal. And the house is a mess (as usual, but... still. They're Company.) And I'm usually so sociophobic that i wouldn't have dreamt of handing out an invite, but we really are kinda lonely and i was feeling a bit guilty, and they seem nice enough, and i was so proud of myself for having the guts to actually ask them over that i didn't think about where we'd go from there.
And our friends are going back to Chicago the day we're having Dinner (because guy from work needs to work in the evenings and we won't have stuff ready on time to do it Saturday), which means they may be leaving when we have strangers over, and our time with them will be interrupted, and it's just not the same. And Blah. Blargh! Panic and suckage. Lots and lots of guinea pigs in my chest.
Nothing productive here, just needed to vent. Hi. Blargh. Guinea pigs.
But I had to go and invite this guy from work and his wife and their two little kids. They're nice people, and vaguely potentially interesting if we pry, perhaps maybe i hope. They have no family around, and the wife is approximately our age and mentioned last time we met about being frustrated at having no friends her age in the area (her husband is at least ten years older) and i pretended not to notice the hint, since we were planning on moving within a few months at the time. Since we decided to stay, i'd been searching for an opportunity to do something with her, partially because she might be interesting and partially because really, it *would* be neat to have some friends in the area. And so, this being the holiday during which it's most acceptable to make strangers welcome at the table, I invited them to dinner this weekend.
But now, Gah. Now I'm having a bit of a panic, as this means we need to like, talk to them. And be social. And vaguely normal. And the house is a mess (as usual, but... still. They're Company.) And I'm usually so sociophobic that i wouldn't have dreamt of handing out an invite, but we really are kinda lonely and i was feeling a bit guilty, and they seem nice enough, and i was so proud of myself for having the guts to actually ask them over that i didn't think about where we'd go from there.
And our friends are going back to Chicago the day we're having Dinner (because guy from work needs to work in the evenings and we won't have stuff ready on time to do it Saturday), which means they may be leaving when we have strangers over, and our time with them will be interrupted, and it's just not the same. And Blah. Blargh! Panic and suckage. Lots and lots of guinea pigs in my chest.
Nothing productive here, just needed to vent. Hi. Blargh. Guinea pigs.