I usually hate going to parties where I don't know 90% of the people there, and I have to make idle chatter about the weather with the girl by the crackers and cheese, or I might even feign being a non-English speaker (sometimes this works, other times I just end up laughing). I went to a couple of parties this weekend where I knew only a handful of people at each, and I started thinking about how weird it was that I meet some of these people, and we exchange a few words, then one of us mingles elsewhere, and that's it. you get these glimpses into other people's lives at parties, where you're in the same house, eating the same food, drinking the same drinks, but you really know nothing about them. you could pass these people next week in the parking lot at the grocery store, or be 2 rows down from them at an upcoming concert, but you wouldn't know it. they could have dying grandmothers, be suffering through a divorce, be celebrating a graduation, have just received a raise...but the glimpse you get is never big enough, and soon, everyone goes home.
