Glad that's over

What a week. It was a long one. Several big stories. Went to an evening business function, a panel discussion about the state of global competition followed by a wine and cheese reception. I hate those things. I am so notoriously bad at working a room. Give me a quite cafe and a couple of friends and I could talk all night. But stick me in a packed hall with tiny plates and tiny snacks and tiny conversation and I want to hide. Stuck foot in mouth at least once. Had trouble trying to balance a plate of food while shaking hands. High point? Running into the president of my alma mater, who remembered me. But his method of asking about my family was "You're still married, right?" So I guess I'm not the only one suffering from social awkwarditis. And he must go to these meet-and-greets all the time.