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09/07/2004: "Labor Day Party"

I don't get so many hospitable invitations that I feel I have the luxury of refusing any. So I never considered not going. I have long felt that the Meyersville bunch were really my crowd, much more than the Basking Ridge set, but I really don't know many of them. I clung to those I knew, too exhausted to be socially adventurous, and looked at the pond and the trees. I got an interesting look from a lot of people, one that meant either, "I've seen you somewhere before but I'm not sure where," or, "I've seen you somewhere before, and I know where, but I'm not sure why I'm seeing you here." It was okay.