I don’t even have to go. But I have paid for my ticket. I suspect I was asked after a night shift and my resilience and ability to think sensibly was broken.
I am an antisocial bugger at the best of times. I don’t like loud music and I’m too awkward to dance in public. Which means I’ll drink too much and feel rough the next day.
On the other hand I love my colleagues and if I get the alcohol:awkwardness balance right it could be fabulous.
But.
I am feeling fat and my hair needs a cut. And I am 6 inches taller than all of them. Which makes me feel huge all over.
And I have nothing to wear (that fits). I don’t do dresses or heels. And I’ll be expected to put on something fancy which I’ll feel uncomfortable in, it’ll cost a fortune and I’ll donate it to a chazza shop next week.
Wow is me.