So they have invited you to another grown-up party, this time at one of those snazzy riverfront condos, and you may go because you have learned through many years of experience to tolerate this kind of event, but the burning question remains: will there be snacks at this fancy-pants grown-up party that features no ball pits or piñatas whatsoever, or just people talking?
Will the talk drone on and on through the night, even as you stand hopping on one leg at the door for what seems like forever, sending clear signals to your carpool chum David Roghloch that it is time to go that he proceeds to ignore, droning on and on and on and on and on about grown-up things?
What could be so interesting about just talking? I want to run and play! They do not even talk about LEGOs or Pokemon GO. Grown-up parties are so boring.
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