I have changed much over the years. I used to go everywhere alone and have no problem with it. Ballet, theater, parties. Nothing stood in my way. Now, I despise it. It is no fun unless I can share it with Hubby Dearest. That’s what being with someone for 21 years may do to you. Don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t change those years for the world. I’d have just kept a little more of me in the process. We had lined up our sitter for the evening and were prepared for a swell night out together at the Art Deco Society of Los Angeles’ Casino Moderne. We’ve been to the event before and were really looking forward to it. But the flu took our sitter out. Nooo!
Since we don’t have sitter backups, and I had one of the evening’s raffle prizes I had to get to the event, Hubby stayed home with the Little Man and I traipsed off to the Los Angeles Athletic Club. Alone. You’d think I was marching off to have my fingernails pulled out. What happened to my fierce, independent self?! Of course once I got there, all was well. Casino Moderne was lovely, the venue gorgeous as always, and the friends were plentiful. I have to break out of my shell more. Look at all of these people just waiting to be met.