So, here we are at this party I didn’t want to go to. I don’t know these people. Everybody is kinda looking at us like we’re party crashers who don’t belong. Lots of double takes and squinty eyes. I guess they aren’t all really squinting at us, but more because they are trying to place us.
Plus, I’m always tired at night. And sometimes, with little warning, I throw up in the evening.
I’ve been talking a little too much about vomit on here lately.
And just like any proper church party, there is food. Lots and lots of good food. Meatballs. None of which I could eat of course. And there were a bunch of grandma types who didn’t understand why I wasn’t eating. Like I was starving myself or something. They blamed my husband and said things like, well he really should get you a plate of food.
I was THISCLOSE to going into great detail about why I couldn’t eat right then. You know, just to make them understand. But I didn’t. Probably a wise choice considering we were still those people we don’t know who may or may not be party crashers.
There were around 50 people participating in the exchange. As if guided by an unseen force, Ryan moved from a comfortable spot on one side of the over crowded room to the complete other side where there was less space. I followed him. I didn’t know anybody yet.
As it turned out, the side Ryan and I had moved to was the more rowdy bunch. Though it wasn’t until after the game started that we realized this. It had to be pure providence that we ended up on the appropriate side.
I smelled alcohol on somebody. I learned later that there was some secret drinking going on in the Mickey Mouse room.
It’s okay though. They’re Presbyterian.
At one point I was purposely standing up on the outskirts of the room where I was constantly scolded and commanded to sit, sit, sit. To which I said I really need to stand right now, but thanks for offering the chair.
Apparently I was talking to somebody who couldn’t hear.
After we’d convinced enough people that we weren’t party crashers the event got considerably more awesome – even though I was constantly being parented about food and chairs, which turned out to just add to the humorous quirkiness of the evening.
The rise in the level of awesomeness might have had something to do with the people we were sitting near for the gift exchange. They were hilarious and sometimes a little too rowdy. If ya know what I mean.
So much for my ‘stuffy’ view of the Presbyterian crowd.
We spent most of the evening laughing with them. So much so that once Ryan almost fell out of his chair for it. And that was over the gift that we brought, which made everything even more awesome.
At the end of the night the older, great grandma type lady who really, really wanted me to sit down, asked to take a look at the glittery ornament I got in the exchange because she couldn’t see it well from across the room when I opened it.
Me, trying to be polite, held out the glitter shedding atrocity and said, it’s this pretty little ornament.
Then she said, with a look of disgust on her face, Oh my Lord. That’s possibly the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Maybe you should just wrap it back up and carry it to your next gag gift party.
Since I’m completely against anything with glitter, I bonded with her over that statement. Glitter would definitely go into my don’t-like book if I ever wrote one. So, I laughed with her and she was instantly forgiven for trying to force me into one of her little fold up chairs.
Oh – and the gift Ryan ended up leaving with…
3 tall stemmed votive candle holders with humming birds on them.
He thought they were some kind of weird fancy shot glasses – as did a number of the rowdy crowd men.
And that was awesome.