theworriedwell
It can't be as bad as the year I was at work on NYE and a kind friend phoned to ask if I knew my husband (later to be ex) had told me he'd invited lots of people to our party. As I left work at 5.30 I caught my bus and bought some stuff on the way home but it was a poor showing. I had no idea how many were coming and I could only carry so much.
I wonder why I divorced him.
I'd have bought nothing and gone home to bed, with ears plugged against party noise.
I once arrived home from work to a houseful of people I didn't know, from my husband's workplace (no special occasion as excuse ).
It was a tiny house and was packed.
I threw them all out, along with their stacks of booze.
Husband : That's a normal amount of drink for them to have at a party.
Me : But we're not having a party.