This year, I promised her and myself I would go.
Of course I'm regretting it, and wishing I could stay home.
Okay, I could -- but I do that far too often.
It just feels strange to make the effort to spend forty-five minutes or so driving across the lake to attend an event I'm convinced I won't enjoy.
Except, I guess, that I suspect my "conviction" is as likely to be wrong as it is to be right.
It will be good to see my friend.
And I can leave any time.
ETA: I didn't have a great time, but I did enjoy some nice conversations. My buddy who was the hostess went out of her way to look out for me and make sure I wasn't left alone until I made some connections, which I really appreciated. Saw and chatted with some old MyCo colleagues, although none from my core teams. Gave away several business cards.