Party Hardly

There is no force on earth strong enough to allow for my attendance at your annual soiree. If I am interested in stilted conversation about nothing and hobnobbing with the hoi polloi, I will ride a bus or an elevator. Being a trapped audience to your meaningless ramblings with no refuge aside from offensive wine and insipid music is only slightly more appealing than open heart surgery. Please keep this in mind for next year's gala assuming no one murders you out of boredom at this one.