post-party slump

Overall, my first experience hosting a party was extremely positive. The drink menu and new shaker were big hits, my cocktail making skills were applauded (but I did find a volunteer to help mix drinks pretty early on in the evening), and a good time was had by all. But, although the turn-out for the party was higher than expected, my mother was very disappointed that no one brought along any eligible bachelors.

Yet today I am paying the price, recovering, not from a hangover (I was too busy passing out drinks to consume much alcohol myself), but from sleep deprivation, which helped feed a bout of destructive-obsessive-thoughts which have been threatening to surface for months. Most grateful to have fantastic friends to talk me out of it. But must not allow myself to get too self-absorbed. Re-inspired by bits’n pieces, tomorrow, I will begin my search for a volunteer opportunity…