A little while ago, my girl, the wonderful Anna, told me that she knew of a party we could go to tonight.

Whose party? It’s a work thing. She works in a large organization. I wasn’t really in the mood to introduce myself fifty times to co-workers tonight. And this is not a function in which attendance would be considered mandatory for anyone, much less significant others.

“They’re going to have monkeys.”

“Aba-what? Please go on, dear.”

Turns out that it’s a going away party for someone and they decided to have a tropically themed party with lots of froo-froo drinks. And monkeys. Real monkeys. For playing. Like the little guy in Raiders of the Lost Ark kind of monkeys.

Yes, I’ll be there. If I attend one party with strangers this year in Little Rock, Arkansas, it will be the one with monkeys.