Well, well, well – if it isn’t the harsh, unavoidable hand of Father Time plopping us into yet another party season. That time of year when invites flood inboxes, decorations adorn shopfronts and Mariah Carey reminds us that all she wants for Christmas is me. Or you.
You might get invited to an event where the only person you know is the host. Or maybe plus-ones aren’t invited. Or maybe you just feel like meeting new people even though you hate
