I have been invited to a fancy party. This isn't the sort of event I normally attend. Despite my talkative ways, I'm actually not that much of a party animal. (har, har, har) I like to hang out on bar stools. I can have chats within small, intimate gatherings. But, I'm not the formal party sort.
I once horrified a table full of old church ladies by having a prolonged discussion about sex education with the only other "young" person (who happened to be a youth minister) at the table. Okay, so perhaps it wasn't exactly wedding talk . . . but it's not like we were speculating about the bride and groom.
Anyway . . . now I have to work on my balancing plate and wine glass skills . . . and what in the hell am I going to wear?
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