I'm not much of a socialite. Actually, I'm not a socialite at all. If I leave the house for any type of social gathering, it's usually at the urging, request and encouragement of my husband. (Who loves that kind of stuff.) I'm usually glad I went (when it's over) but the prep can be daunting and a little overwhelming.
Tonight I went to a party... because I love the hostess. And that was enough reason to put forth the effort necessary to get there. I'm glad I went, but mostly I'm just glad she's my friend.