How to go to a party and survive socially and mentally

 

Last december, I went to a party.

For most people, that’s no big deal. For some, the odd thing would not to go to one at least once a week. But for me, it was the first party ever, excluding weddings, quinceañeras and children parties. And I was a big awkward mess, thinking about what could go wrong.

Now, nobody was forcing me. It was the birthday of two friends, and they were celebrating with dancing and drinking and you know… a party. And I just thought, why not? 90% of the guests were p...