"We have three parties to go to tomorrow," our neighbor laughed last night as she told us about her weekend.
"We're in town this weekend for parties," Heidi's dogwalking pal, who has a place in the mountains, told her this morning when she texted to suggest a visit to the dog park.
"Why is everybody going to parties except us?" I wondered aloud this evening as I leashed Lucy up for a walk.
Heidi shrugged. "They have a different social situation than we do. I guess it could be age or job or personality." Then she laughed. "Do you wish you had a lot of parties to go to?"
"Not necessarily," I answered crossly, "but an invitation or two doesn't seem that far-fetched."
The sky was darkening as Lucy and I finally crossed the threshold and headed up the hill, and the streets were silent as we wended our way through the neighborhood past apartments and houses, she sniffing, I admiring all the holiday lights. We walked on, enjoying the quiet evening.
"I guess everyone else is at parties," I said, looking at my dog. "Lucky for us."
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