In preparation for the cast party, not only did I get every dish in my kitchen dirty, but I also loaded up on boozy drinks. Three cases of beer and a field trip to the booze store.
Later in the afternoon, a nice young man helped carry holiday packages to my car. As I approached my car, I had this horrifying thought. Here is this nice teen aged boy, earning an honest living, and the packages he's toting for me aren't going to fit in the back seat. I am going to have to open the trunk. He is either going to follow me home, or think very bad things about me indeed.
Nothing like a trunk full of alco-beverages to make you feel a healthy dose of holiday shame.
I don't think he bought my weak line about my intention to share. sigh.
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