So I went to this party Saturday at my friend Joanna’s. Got lost for an hour and a half trying to find her place – very frustrating. So of course, I’m feeling a bit shaky from the get go. Feeling kinda timid ’cause I look around and don’t know anyone.
Walk into her kitchen and there’s this tray.
Well, some other guests are huddled around it, so I huddle, too. Start to partake a little, make small talk, you know, “party.”
Next thing I know, the cheese starts getting all wiggy on me, starts moving around so I start to freak out a little.
Everything got fuzzy after that. Next thing I know, it’s morning, I’m camped out in a tent in her backyard, with this on my cell phone.
Lesson being, DO NOT IMMEDIATELY EAT CHEESE WITH STRANGERS WHEN YOU ARRIVE LATE AT A PARTY!
Lesson earned, lesson learned…