Hear me out: agenda reveal parties for people we don’t trust.

My favorite part of socializing is when it’s over.

Can’t believe I didn’t get invited to that party I would have made up an excuse not to go to.

“There are lots of benefits to working here. We have fun social events and activities after work!” And what are the benefits?

Why would I go to my high school reunion? I didn’t want to be there the first time.

An escape room, but it’s just your high school reunion.

Anytime someone throws a Great Gatsby themed party, I have to assume they never finished the book.

Me, at the intervention: “Ah look, all the reasons I drink gathered in one place.”

This is not an empty room, this is a very successful anti-party.

Don’t invite me places. I was cesarean. I didn’t want to come out then and I certainly don’t want to now.

People keep inviting me to stuff. I miss the pandemic.

The rule should be: if you can smell the cookout, you’re invited to the cookout.

This could have been an email. Me, while attending a wedding ceremony.

I wasn’t planning on moving, but I was just invited to the neighborhood fall potluck, so I guess now I have no choice.

Hey, sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come.