So many people complain about the Holidays â?? too many parties to go to. Oh cry me a river, sister! Just a few weeks ago a friend explained that she would not be able to hang out until New Year’s Eve because every December weekend was booked.

Every last one?

Thatâ??s right.

And to that I have just one thing to say â?? who are her other friends and where can I get some like that?

This will be the second Holiday season in a row that I have not a single party to attend. Of course something will spring up, but my calendar is empty as of December 9th.

My closest friends are partygoers, not party planners. Being both a party planner and a realist I see no reason to throw a bash when everyone has been booked for months.

On the bright side I donâ??t have to buy a lot of wine or trinkets to give as gifts to the host/hostess. There will be no slaving in the kitchen and buying of copious amounts of liquor that makes the check out guy wonder. Iâ??m less (but not that much less) likely to suffer from a Holiday hangover. And last but not least the condiments in my refrigerator and soup cans in my pantry arenâ??t likely to cause me unwanted weight gain and heartburn.

As you step on the post-holiday scale or nurse a hangover with alka-seltzer, just think of me. It’s okay to hate me because my friends are busy. I’ll laugh last when they don’t fit in their clothes.

And next year — Iâ??ll send out invites to my Holiday festivities in August.

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