ok, tonite i'm going to a fancy dinner party at a fancy house with fancy food and some very nice people.
i will time how long it takes me to spill something or say something inappropriate, and i'll report back.
i give myself about 1.25 hours, or two glasses of wine. whichever comes first.
7 Comments:
Don't kid yourself, you can totally do fancy!
6:04 PM
recap please. did you suddenly become fancy? or did you let the redneck out and have more fun?
:)
11:07 AM
THIS is precisely why I can only have one glass of wine.
Waiting for recap.
8:27 AM
ah, all was well. this was my kind of party :) the hostess's kids were running all over, she let us eat at the bar and drink beer out of a bottle AND she was wearing a long sleeve t shirt under a short sleeve t shirt. topics of conversation ranged from polar bear hunting to farting.
my bad for assuming that money equals fancy and fancy equals stuffy. lesson learned.
11:22 AM
Well. I'm glad you had fun, but it sure doesn't make for a good story.
For the record: if I ever catch you saying (or writing) MY BAD again, I will disown you. Please, if you love me, just don't do it. It wounds me. It's like a physical pain in my heart. It's a grammatical fiasco of epic proportions.
Thank you.
11:46 AM
Carey likes to say MY BAD. i guess i never thought about how epic and wrong that was :)
1:23 PM
there are all kinds of "rich" I am still learning, too. glad you had fun, C!
8:17 AM
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