Simon Goes To A Party

So last evening Simon went to a neighborhood party.  For a reason he couldn't pin down he was reluctant to go, and when he got there he drifted from one cluster of people to another, trying to engage in their conversation, but always feeling that he couldn't get in.  He'd begin to make a comment or tell a story then someone would interrupt and the flow of the conversation moved on.  It didn't take long for Simon to think that what he had to said was of no interest.  He was invited to join a sweaty game of boule décharge, but he was eating and declined.  As the evening went on Simon felt more and more disconnected from the activity around him.  He couldn't tell if he was being pissy, or if the party just sucked.  At last he walked across the lawn and went home.

He left without thanking the host and hostess.  Bad form, Simon.