There are very few things I loathe more than parties. They are event that seemed to be designed with my discomfort in mind. They also seem to be the complete opposite of fun. I have always felt this way – even before I was an cranky old man.
I suppose it takes a certain level of non-hatred of other human beings to enjoy partying. Along with a little bit of horniness (not much, but lots doesn’t hurt either) and people watching skills.
Depends on the people and the party. I don’t like parties full of fake poser people, for example. But if people are being themselves and enjoying doing something they and I enjoy doing, and/or each other’s company then yes.
Like @Judi, not as much since I stopped drinking. Jokes aren’t as funny; people don’t seem as clever; time passes more slowly. The food is still good and it’s nice to see friends again, but I feel like an onlooker. Alcohol is definitely a party mood enhancer and I miss it.
If I know the people who are there I love ‘em.
But I take a while to warm up to a room full of strangers….
We throw a party once a year and I have a great time because everybody’s a friend of ours.
I like parties, but mostly love having my own. Since I know everyone, and usually when I have a cookout, I invite people I don’t get to see that much, and most o the time they can come. I love hanging out with all my friends!!
Yes, I love parties and events. Going to a live music event tomorrow that a friends band is playing in. I am a natural extrovert, love to talk and have a serious comedic side, I don’t have a shy bone in my body and make others very comfortable.
Infact I am working on a routine and hoping to do my first stand up gig at a local open mic night before the end of the summer!
Not really. I’m a pretty anti-social person. I attend the occasional party and, a few years ago, I set up a huge surprise party for my husband’s 30th birthday…. but I tend to stick with two or three specific people the whole time. I don’t feel entirely comfortable or like I can breathe normally until I get back home.
As @tom_g said so well (saving me the trouble of composing a coherent sentence):
“There are very few things I loathe more than parties. They are event that seemed to be designed with my discomfort in mind. They also seem to be the complete opposite of fun. I have always felt this way – even before I was” a cranky old lady.
It reeeeally depends on the party. A superbowl party with my boyfriend and his government co-workers is pretty much my worst fucking nightmare. I really don’t want to sit around making polite small talk about sports, jobs, and babies with a bunch of near-strangers. A free-wheeling nerdy art student party? Best night ever.