So I stumble back into my casa sometime shortly before midnight and realize with all the hate of the gods that I'm hungry.
This happened last night and somehow I'm still angered about it.
yes there was a huge party and yes I had fun and no I didn't much drink and the only saving grace was the fact that my makeup hadn't budged a bit, so much so that when I stood in the washroom ready to take the war paint off I realized that my face looked pretty much the same as when I'd left over seven hours ago and in fact I toyed with the idea of ringing a friend and hitting a club, but better sense prevailed and I found myself getting annoyed again at the thought of having been to such a niche event with an after party with a VIP pass for an entire week and finding no food.
there were drinks, yes and that was nice but there was nothing to eat if you discount the miniscule cubes of artisan cheese, chips and olives. Come on!!
Who serves that at an event at dinner time after unabashedly printing hors-d'oeuvre on the invite?
Sure I could behave like some of the guests who piled these foods on their plates and made a meal out of it but I don't do desperate.
Goddamit!
I was so upset what with so many things mounting up to form a mega heap of a god awful day that I did nothing save drink a large glass of water and sleep, followed by a lengthy workout and never ending shower.
Yes, I"m better now but I'm still upset and what of it?
This happened last night and somehow I'm still angered about it.
yes there was a huge party and yes I had fun and no I didn't much drink and the only saving grace was the fact that my makeup hadn't budged a bit, so much so that when I stood in the washroom ready to take the war paint off I realized that my face looked pretty much the same as when I'd left over seven hours ago and in fact I toyed with the idea of ringing a friend and hitting a club, but better sense prevailed and I found myself getting annoyed again at the thought of having been to such a niche event with an after party with a VIP pass for an entire week and finding no food.
there were drinks, yes and that was nice but there was nothing to eat if you discount the miniscule cubes of artisan cheese, chips and olives. Come on!!
Who serves that at an event at dinner time after unabashedly printing hors-d'oeuvre on the invite?
Sure I could behave like some of the guests who piled these foods on their plates and made a meal out of it but I don't do desperate.
Goddamit!
I was so upset what with so many things mounting up to form a mega heap of a god awful day that I did nothing save drink a large glass of water and sleep, followed by a lengthy workout and never ending shower.
Yes, I"m better now but I'm still upset and what of it?
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