We usually get invited to several and I am rubbish at small-talk with total strangers, cringe at the thought of having to think up interesting replies to the "what do you do?" question from his career-obsessed colleagues, and even worse are the posh dinners where we are not seated next to each other - can't even get pissed cos I don't want to say anything embarrasing!
Oh well, there's always the chance that we won't be able to get a babysitter and I'll have to stay at home ...