I'm going away with my DP this weekend. Without my DC. I feel this should fill me with joy. It doesn't.
It's a gathering organised by some of DPs friends. Loads of people. I know one couple very slightly. I know no-one else. This is the kind of social situation that sends me into meltdown.
Plus, they are all super-cool, super-alternative, super-hot and super-fancy.
I am dowdy, overweight, do a boring job in a boring industry, parent a child ineffectually and generally have nothing to recommend me to anyone outside of my chosen social circle.
I'm driving and we're only staying one night, so I can't even get utterly off my face and pass out as a coping mechanism.
Also, my DP is a lovely, lovely man and I don't want to be a massive killjoy and piss on his chips (he is excellent at and loves large gatherings of people) or be an albatross that he has to support/be nice to the whole time. He's always so positive about time spent with my friends/family (though to be fair, they're all fucking awesome), I feel I should be about time spent with his.
I just want (already) to crawl into a hole and die.
So, how can I cheer the fuck up about this, be positive and try to enjoy it, at least enough to fool my DP into thinking that it's all good.