I had to go to a wedding shower today. It went from 12:30 until 4:30. Four hours of watching my cousin open up box after box of mixing bowls and spatulas, while poking my plate of untouched roast beef. Four hours of listening to aunts talk about what's wrong with the other. Four hours of trying to find a window to jump out of.
I'm sorry, I'm not what you call a shower person. Bridal showers, baby showers, April showers that turn into horrendous torrents in which the wind is blowing in your face and you can't see the ball during a soccer game you know you could have done better in...
You just can't force me to enjoy watching kitchen utensil after kitchen untensil with a bunch of people I don't know and/or dislike. Trust me, I've tried it. It's not like I'm not happy for the people the party is ever intended for. It just hard to get around the point that the only reason there is a party is to get things. I would have no problem just sending them something. But thanking me with a beefsteak?
My graduation party will involve a water balloon fight, and baseball. And I will show no mercy.
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ok so yea my prom experience sucked butt! i soooooo would have rathered not to go!! I have to talk to you.
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