I actually talked to people. Told jokes and stories. Listened to other people's jokes and stories. Swilled grapefruit juice and ate terrible food from the potluck table. ("Tasty, but not good for me" terrible, not "Oh my god what is this slop" terrible.) Generally interacted with 12 or 15 adults for about two hours, as if I was an adult myself and not some medical shut-in. By 8:30 I had a headache and could barely keep sitting up straight, so Mother of the Child drove me home while our daughter stayed and partied with friends, to catch a ride later.
I crawled into bed around 9, fortified by Tylenol and Lorazepam, (as well as my lower GI meds, as yesterday the lower GI horrors decided to return to my life). I felt physically lousy, had definitely pushed my envelope being at the party, but was still very glad I went.
My subconscious decided to reward me with a dream about being at an SF/F convention, probably Worldcon or WFC though the dream didn't specify, where I was being drummed out of the club, so to speak. I got detained by security, then thrown in one of those joke lock-ups except without being allowed to bail myself out, then
(This actually happened to me in my mid-20s, when a relatively long-standing friendship with a former college roommate ended abruptly with the rather grade-school statement, "If you don't know what you did, I'm sure as hell not going to tell you." Our mutual friends refused to say anything, claiming with horror they didn't want to get in the middle of it. Middle of what, no one would tell me. To this day, two decades later, I have no idea what happened, or what my former friend imagined had happened. Nor do I really care at this point, it just remains a baffling and saddening episode in my past.)
So I woke up thinking, "anxiety much?" Apparently I partied too hard. At least my headache is gone.
If one believes in signs and portents (I do not, except for those signs erected by the Highway Department), this dream would not be encouraging for the New Year. I don't have any ready-made interpretations for it, but feel free to take a whack at it. And at any rate, I made it out and saw people, like a real grown-up.