Graduation parties are not my thing. I don’t like them, never have, never will. Unless you happen to be sitting next to someone you know, it’s awkward and uncomfortable and boring.
So, that’s what we got to do Saturday and we even had to drive one and a half hours to get there! And when you’re driving so far to get there, the usual 20 minute drop, nibble, hug and run doesn’t cut it.
To make a bad situation worse, my husband and I stopped on the way to get a thirst quencher and tickled we were! I chose diet Dr. Pepper as it seems to be a growing obsession with me as of late. (Go figure because I used to detest it.) So, I sipped away at about half of it and we were nearly there. At the last minute, I decided to take another sip.
Since I’m apparently 87 years old, I dribbled it all over my clean white shirt. Plop. Plop. Idiot. Idiot. I looked in the mirror and there were 6 brown pop puddles at the top and two in the middle.
I’m a class act.
I spent the whole party with one hand and splayed fingers trying to do a coverup dance over my shirt while the other one was thumping myself upside the head repeatedly for being a nimrod.
Jolly good days of summer fun!
(Note to self: Don’t ever leave the house without Tide to Go again. Nevah Evah)