To party or not to party.

Image result for pictures of party balloons and streamersI love a big party!

Well, not really. But they're fun to watch from a distance! Like the big parties in the last two weeks: The Republican Party and the Democratic Party.

One of those made me groan and wince, made me puke and want to die. The other made me think 'I'm not sure that the whole story is being told.' And the one that I cringed over is the party that I belong to.

When I think of big parties (and I used to really love them), I think of all the 'behind the scenes' things: food, beverages, tables, mingling, name tags, RSVP-ing or REGRETS ONLY, gifts or gags, formal attire or beachwear, chit-chat or arguments, drunk or sober, meat or vegetarian or gluten-free, etc.

These huge efforts are much appreciated by those who attend, but we don't actually know what goes on behind the scenes. These days just thinking about partying makes me exhausted.

I'd rather sit with 1-4 people while having a meal or drinking a beverage. I like to listen to their stories and realize that... everybody has a story..and most are incredible! In fact, sometimes I like to go somewhere by myself, and listen to those surrounding me, while pretending to read a magazine.  

When I'm showing a piece of property to clients, and the house is vacant. somebody will ask a question, and if we aren't interrupted, we can be there for over an hour, just finding out more about our backgrounds, and that's after I've interviewed them, to be sure we are a match for working together.

About three years ago, I was meeting a man I didn't know, at a local cafe. He was recruiting me to work for his company. We were deep in conversation. After about an hour, he left and I gathered up my stuff.

I didn't pay much attention to those who were surrounding me. But as I started to leave, a gal came up to me and wanted to know if the person I was talking to was trying to sell me an insurance plan or something like it. I smiled, I thanked her, and I let her know I was a real estate broker and we were talking business. But I thought it was sweet of her, to be sure I wasn't being ripped off.

Turns out 'that guy' and I negotiated our terms, and I made a move to his company. But it was nice to know somebody had my back. Thank you, dear one!

Yeah, small parties, for me, are the best way to get to know folks.

Live richly, marilyn

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