To not want to go out to dinner on a week night?

[Anna8888]

We get endless invitations to dinner parties on a week night. While we manage to fend many of them off, some people are so persistent that we end up having to accept. I don't want to go out at 8.15 pm, eat dinner between 9.30 and 11 pm and not get to bed until half past midnight on a week night when we have to get up for work/school at 7 am. It KILLS me, and the dinners are unbelievably tedious.

AIBU?

That would be a lot more pain and trouble than going to the dinners MP .

I think maybe you are more suited to living in Rotherham than Paris really Anna

yes Anna

come back home

move to a Crap Town where no one goes out after 7pm in case they are mugged for their Blockbuster card

we have it easy here

YABU - oh to be invited to a dinner party any day of teh week would be a treat!

What if you started turning up in a rubber catsuit with a whip and a bag of drugs?

No-one would notice.

I wonder if Anna is really madamez

Are the French into rubberized sex?

I am quite fearful of the Channel Tunnel now.

wotcha comma

turn up and be a bore. burp a lot. wipe your mouth on their tablecloth. that should sort it

Send your partner on his own - he's the one who couldn't turn it down, his issue, he goes.

That's what we do - dh has a lot more social energy than I do, so we have a perfectly amicable arrangement that if he wants to/feels he should go to something, but it would be overload for me, he does it but I don't have to.

The very release valve of the above arrangement means that I feel lots less imposed on by invitations generally.

(I'm not ignoring that presumably in your world there is a "not done" element to partners going to social occasions separately ... but there you have to decide what matters more to you, social propriety or your health.)

PS if you want some light relief DO have a look at the French dinner party in Posy Simmonds' Gemmy Bovery - the wife of the local bigwig notary in particular. I think it will strike a HUGE chord

GemmA Bovery, sorry

lol @ morningpaper on this thread.

Anna, stop whining, dontcha know there are people that never get invited out, weekend, or midweek. Just snot fair to post about this.

I have the solution
really

He could get a mistress who was into socialising and go to dinners with here (surely acceptable in Paris?)

Then you could recline on your chaise longue reading mills & boon, eating fererro rocher and drinking cheap cava

oooh that is a very French solution

You do realise all these mid-week dinners are the preamble to hard core wifeswapping, don't you? Never mind if they are tedious, do you fancy the bloke in question. If he shut up?

Invite them all round yours for a night of binge drinking and kareoke.

There'll be no doubt of your nationality after that.

Just realised I am going out tonight and in Rotherham (where I work also) [horror] and it is on a work night. i am going to the BOGOF happy hour at the Pizza Oven or some such place. It has taken some organising though because DH was away last night (could you invent some business trips?) and it is DS's swimming lesson tonight.

Your post is really saying:

I am terribly popular with many many many people and but I don't care for any of them.

All in all it's unpleasant.

I refuse outright to socialise with boring people

If you say no for long enough they go away
Life is TOO SHORT. And I don't care if they think I am rude.

I don't mind going out in the week though
If it is with people I like

I don't know - I don't think that all of these people necessarily LIKE anna (no offence, sure you are lovely) but it is part of the social function that one must host dinner parties constantly with a wide variety of guests.

Really your only solution is to drop totally out of the social circle. I don't think taking drugs would help with this (possibly get you invited to more??) but getting utterly trashed and drawing on their walls might...

Swedes I disagree
I'm sure they find Anna as tedious as she finds them but they are forced by the rigid social hierarchy in which they exist to socialise with her.

It's sad really

I'm confused by the fleece. Surely she needs a lovely jack wills polo shirt to go with the back-combing?

I have the exact same problem, luckily for me McDonalds shuts at 11