"Just check your calendar and tell me a few dates that could work," the host or hostess will say. "I know everyone's busy during this time or year."
I'll wait a few moments before sending back a few scattered calendar dates. "This is when my schedule is open," I'll reply.
It's purely a charade. My schedule is ALWAYS open.
I've kept my lackluster holiday social life under wraps for a little while because, well, it doesn't seem normal.
You always hear stories about people having to buy an LBD that will function for three shindigs, plus new sparkly heals and a buttload of Secret Santa gifts.
Are holiday parties really that prevalent?
Fortunately, a Jezebel writer understands my vacant calendar. In a recent post, "The Myth of the Holiday Party," she writes: