Monday, January 16, 2006
Party-time Behavior
The birthday party yesterday was okay. In crowded social settings like this my innate anti-social nature tends to sneak out and take over. I’m perfectly content to sit in the corner and observe everyone else. As with all parties, my favorite part was the food. It was quite tasty, including the mashed potatoes we brought (which I didn’t have to carry by the way). Not only does the food at parties calm my inner pig, it also makes it socially acceptable for me not to speak.
Now, on to a peeve of mine. We were told that the party was to start at 3pm. For this family (and I believe all of my sweetie’s family is like this) it means that the party is really going to start at 4pm. For a particular branch of the family this will mean 5pm. What time did WE get there? Well, normally it would have been at 4, but yesterday it was… 6! Oh how embarrassing and rude we were the last people to show up, three hours late.
I’m an on-time kind of gal. I try, and usually succeed, at being there at the designated time, give or take 10 minutes. My first peeve is how everyone is always late, to the point where organizers have to set an earlier time in order to start when they really want. But the bigger peeve is how my sweetie consistently makes me late all the time. Pardon me while I look over my shoulder...
Okay she’s not looking, allow me to continue. In my mind I used to figure that an on-time person, when mixed with a late person, would combine to form a slightly-late couple. Not true. Apparently you cannot rush beauty, and me trying to convince her that she’s already beautiful never works. Even though what I say is true (she really is beautiful) it doesn’t matter. Perfection must be achieved before entering the Real World.
Uh oh, here she comes… What? What do you mean it was my fault we were late yesterday? I was waiting for you! Oh I see. Okay, I guess it was my fault. I should have been getting dressed instead of playing video games. Yes I know you had to wait for me to get dressed, I forgot I had my grubbies on (but I’ll have you know I was saving the world). I apologize for making you wait the five whole minutes it took me to change into nicer clothes. Are we good now? Hey, where are you going? Uh oh, um, I’ll be right back.
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