obviously still looking forward to it hugely but turns out there really is an age at which "getting ready for a massive boozy party to be attended by dozens of pals" stops feeling fully "weeeyyyyy" and starts feeling a bit more "Theoden minutes before the battle of Helm's Deep"
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Then simply say “Sorry must go, it’s the Baron”, pull a domino mask from your pocket and vanish into the night.
I will say that once I'm in the room with people I always, always have a good time. It's just the hours leading up to that point that I find uncomfortable.
yep, feel the same... as you, not theoden... atm, although plenty pissed off about our state of affairs rn