Mingling

Last night was a party to raise money for our daughter’s pre-school. I have no idea if I would call it a fun night or if those type of buttoned up adult events are even supposed to be fun. I would call it enjoyable though, but that is mainly because of the fresh oysters, and believe me I could have eaten more.

It was one of those nights were adults get to be adults around people they normally see with their kids, and I didn’t know most of their names. I knew them by their kid’s name. As in that is so-and-so’s mother or father. Even people I interact with on a regular basis I don’t know by their names.

And I probably messed all our social interactions up by talking about the kids. This was a night for adults to be adults and I kept talking about kids and school and all that jazz. I am also not a social person, but I won’t turn down a good Octoberfest beer and fresh oysters. I even forwent the hot food in order to eat more oysters, and not a whole lot of people were taking advantage of those oysters.

This is oyster roast season in this region. It happens to be one of the first activities we did when we moved down here, and believe me I can put away some oysters on the half shell. It is simply one of my favorite meals and having so many in front of me when I am expected to display some amount of social decorum is a true hindrance. I honestly just wanted to stand by the oysters and eat one after another. As it was I probably had barely over a dozen and nowhere near my true limit.

We might have ducked out early but we were far from the first to leave, and I don’t think it was the type of party where anyone would have ended up dancing on the table. Overall it was an enjoyable night and it gave us time to be away from the kids and act like adults, even if I would have rather acted like a walrus gulping down oysters.

Now I am going to spend the rest of my days regretting the night I didn’t eat all the oysters.