This was a SL (silver lining) weekend: The Husband and I walked Buzz on legitimate walks, saw some friends, took 4 3/4 to the children’s Holiday Tea at the Four Seasons Biltmore, and get this, I even went to a holiday party (for 55 minutes).
Speaking of parties, I’m now acutely attuned to the social habits of entering and leaving gatherings. For example, when we see people whom we haven’t seen in a long time, there is a lot of hugging and kissing involved.
Traditional hugging is, unfortunately, not an option for me right now. Major danger zone. With my FBC, I have become very proficient at the tush-out/lean-in hug (with my arms up across mylady lumps, just in case I’m dealing with a monster hugger).
By the way, in my non-FBC life, I happen to be a monster hugger myself. I love nothing more than an all-in, super-squeeze hug!
4 3/4 came up with the SL concept of “monster LEG hugs.” Like me, she is a hugger. Leg hugs have become my favorite form of hugging. Those feel GREAT!
Back to the party story. Entering the party (and saying hello to new guests as they arrived) was not a problem. I was a pro. Kiss-Kiss. Tush-out/lean-ing hug. Done and Done.
Leaving, however, was another story.
On my way out, I was saying good-bye and a lovely woman whom I hadn’t seen in ages (and who also, by the way, didn’t know about my FBC) out of nowhere, put her arm around me and squeezed the bejesus out of me. I mean H A R D.
Here is the visual:
F-BOMB! F-BOMB! F-BOMB! Alert! Alert! Alert! I thought the lady lumps were literally going to come unstitched and fly across the room. As quickly as I could, I unraveled myself from her and tried not to burst into tears because it hurt so F-Bomb much.
I didn’t want to offend the poor squeezer. After all, she didn’t know! …and by the way, she is a super-sweet person who would have been beyond mortified to know what had really happened in that 10 second period of time.
Needless to say, I had to evacuate IMMEDIATELY. My girlfriend who was so thoughtfully driving me home saw the distress in my eyes and came to my immediate rescue. No more long goodbyes. I had to leave immediately.
I had so much pain that I was dizzy, SOB (short of breath) and wanted to throw up. My girlfriend steadied me while we walked to the car. On the way out, two other guests were walking in. They had to think that I was a complete lush because after only 55 minutes, I had to be escorted (with full support) out of the party. Vey is mere. Fortunately I didn’t know them. Or maybe I did and just couldn’t focus. At least it was dark!
So, let’s find some SL’s here:
- I was out (after dark) at a fabulous, super fun party.
- I saw lots of friends whom I hadn’t seen in ages.
- Irreparable damage was not done from the monster squeeze (I think, but am going to the surgeon today to be sure).
- Most importantly: when I am free and clear of FBC, I am going to become a super duper extraordinarily sensitive hugger. I will ask people if I can hug them tightly. I will be respectful, e.g., if people would prefer a handshake, kiss or elbow bump then that’s how I’ll roll.
Hope you all have an hug-filled (whatever type works for you!), beautiful day!
PS – THANK YOU ALL for your comments. I read and appreciate them all!