Inertia: Bodies at rest tend to stay at rest--bodies at parties tend to stay at parties. I can be one of those terrible guests that you need to shake a broom at to get rid of, or, failing that start hosing down the patio and washing the dishes. I stay too long because of the wonderful lure of the intimacy that can only be had as the party closes, and the guests have had too much fun, and the hostess offers up something to further stimulate our conversation and jaded palates.Such was a recent evening, and as a small group gathered round the kitchen table and tried to address humanity's capacity for woe and error, the hostess popped open another bottle of Prosecco, and poured, but this time added a splash of cointreau and a blackberry. It was so good I wept over all the unadorned glasses of Prosecco I had ever had; and to scientifically verify the delight of the experience I had to repeat it, um, repeatedly.
My husband tugged at my elbow to leave, I urged him to go on home without me; soon however, I noticed the hosts had turned off the music and started mopping the kitchen floor in their pajamas. Definitely my cue to exit, stage left.