The ball tonight was…a ball. It’s fun to get dressed up and get out of the house, but I literally know no one there so it’s not actually much fun (not like hanging with our good friends). It’s me and Tom hanging out during cocktail hour and me being introduced to wives I’ll only see at next year’s ball (if even then), making small talk with the three other couples at our table during dinner, then coming right home because neither of us really wants to stay and dance with people we don’t know. (Well, Tom knows them but he’s their boss so it’s not like friends friends.) I do feel bad for not enjoying it more—or I guess I should say for not making more of the experience—but I figure it’s still worth it to go since it’s something that won’t last forever and not everyone can do.