Main dishes were brought in: a pork roast, zucchini, green salad, rice. Popcorn was long gone. Light-headed from lack of food, I lunged into the kitchen whispering, "I'm a vegetarian celiac, could you tell me what I can eat?" Relief: only the pork was off limits! The food was great, worthy of seconds. Soon, one of the guests left. A while later, before cake, but not before more chats and laughs, I left too. Proudly, NOT first in, first out. Nice, except for one thing.
The weeks before my friend’s birthday? Foolishly self-inflicted anxiety! I could have phoned, asked the menu. Brought a gf veg main dish, not a puny bag of popcorn. Hey, I could even have brought a my own slice of birthday cake and stayed all night. I could have destroyed the dread in so many ways! I gave up gluten, to be done with the physical pain it had caused. Now I'll give up those just-as-painful celiac mind games. Life's too short to miss the party!