While I love a good simcha, I really hate going without my husband. I know what you're thinking... "What does it matter with separate seating?".
First of all, I'm not averse to meeting my husband in the common areas during the stiletto-stomping portion of the evening and spending a little quality time together trying to be heard over the blaring music.
Secondly, I've lost the fun of wending my way to the kitchen to interrogate the cook about all of my husband's unusual food allergens (why he doesn't do this himself - - - that's another post entirely). I can now say hazelnuts and cumin in three languages.
But lastly, and most importantly - I abhor having to take a purse with me. For goodness sakes, that's why I got married in the first place!!!! (Bad4Shidduchim has an ongoing series entitled "Reason #___ for Getting Married". She should totally include this one). I've lost a place to keep my lipstick and brush and all the other little things I never, EVER use during the course of the evening but must bring along anyway and have been forced to shlep along a purse which becomes a big liability during dancing. And you know how much I love the *dancing*.....