There’s some kind of art to attending parties I’ll never understand. Even when I set the intention of being late, I’m the first one there. It’s a good chance to socialize with my hosts before everyone else arrives, but there’s a certain awkwardness about being the first to arrive. All of the pressure to be conversational is placed on you. There’s no opportunity to sit back and let other people do the talking. It’s the curse of the punctual people - even when I set myself up to be 30 minutes late, everyone else takes an hour to get there.