Excuse me, but did you just say "Ga-Ga"?

I went to my very first gala last night. Well, technically half of one, since like Cinderella, I needed to bail when the clock struck 7:30pm so I could get home to the Peanut. I have to say that I find it very difficult to mix with adults. Make that adult strangers. I'm okay with ones I know - friends, even acquaintances like Bob's coworkers, I feel that they understand and accept me and my blank stares and confused looks. My loss for words. But last night I had to mix and mingle with people I don't know. It took all the few brain cells I have available to me to get through the night - and not to bore people too, too much with talk about my baby. The powers that be thought it be more proper to NOT seat spouses next to each other. So I was on my own all through dinner as Bob was an ocean away three seats over. It's not like I could have just talked to him all night anyway. It was his gala and he had to work the table and the room. The entire time I struggled with this question - how much of myself should I be? I'm just too tired to be sure.