Holy moley, I am a wallflower. We went to one of my oldest dearest friend's for Thanksgiving. Just a few people: my friend, her husband, her mom (whom I've known for years), and her husband's ex-sister-in-law, who is very nice. But I just checked out socially - I was in another time zone. Not sure what caused it, or if there was a cause, but I just wanted more than anything to go home and be alone. And here I am, and it's all better, or getting that way.
Some days - like today - it dawns on me that I really don't know my husband as well as I want to, and I wish we could just plunk down on the couch and pour our hearts out to each other and get to know each other again. But neither of us are big talkers.