… and if you’re me, still mess it up.
A great night has been had with friends in a quiet pub! Now they want to go clubbing! I see two basic ways to handle this: a) imbibe copious amounts of alcohol to numb the senses, or b) feign illness and go home.
Attended a wonderful concert last weekend: a live performance of Palestrina’s Missa Papae Marcelli (with a bit of Des Prez thrown in for good measure). I find Renaissance polyphony absolutely sublime.
Sometimes social plans get cancelled. This seldom makes me too upset.
Obviously you need all the pertinent information in order to determine whether the party will be a) worth the trouble or b) too much trouble.
The upside of phone phobia: minuscule phone bills.
So please be careful with me, I’m sensitive And I’d like to stay that way.