My lifetime of extensive research into the hurly-burly world of social interaction that we call "parties" has finally yielded a staggering conclusion. Well, when I say "extensive research" I mean that every now and then, when I'm at a party, I notice stuff and then I think about it, usually
James Griffin: The way to go at a party
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In fact, the best way for the untrained eye to differentiate Go-ees from Go-ers at a party is to take into account the foot-miles covered at said party. While Go-ers work the room, in search of a good natter, Go-ees tend to be much more static, often remaining in one place (in the kitchen or over in the corner by the china cabinet, for example) for almost the entire duration of the party.
Generally Go-ees move only out of necessity - to go to the toilet, for example. True Go-ees will probably not even have to get their own drinks as there will always be a Go-er more than willing to bring the booze to them, in order to keep the conversational gold lubricated and flowing.
Go-ees are the royalty of any party. They have a certain X-factor about them that makes their dialogue desirable to other party-goers. Thus, another way of telling who is a Go-ee at the party is that they are always talking to (or listening to, because we all know listening is important) someone else or a gathering of someone elses gathered around them, like moths to their incandescence.
I am definitely a Go-er. I have tried to be a Go-ee by standing on my own, usually near the snack table, attempting to arrange my features so that I may look conversationally desirable. I then wait for a gaggle of Go-ers to come my way. But after you've done this for a few minutes and you're still on your own and people are looking at you like you're tragic and weird, you start to realise that a Go-er can never try to be a Go-ee because a Go-ee never tries, they just are.
In fact, it could very well be that when a Go-er attempts to be a Go-ee, they end up creating a third level of partygoer called the Go-away - as in "go away from this person and do not look back". Instead of being the brightest celestial being in the universe of tete-a-tete, the Go-away is the black hole where party banter goes to die. I really hope I'm not a Go-away, but I'm beginning to have nagging suspicions.
So, in actual conclusion, when I said that I had come to the staggering conclusion there were two sorts of party-goers, I was completely wrong. There are clearly at least three and, very probably, others I haven't thought of yet. Thus the best I can reliably say, is that research is ongoing. I'll be the one standing on my own, by the snack table, researching.