Blog-iary: Dinner Party? PREVIEW
August 31st, 2014
Hosting a Potluck
From the looks of it, this has been a busy week. It doesn’t surprise me since it’s the first time in a while I’ve had a friend to occupy my time. Or should I say, friends. I might have gotten more friends because if you haven't read the title, I hosted a potluck. Although, I had no choice in whether I get to host this potluck or not. It was around midnight on Friday when I got a text from Danny.
I was too exhausted to protest so I just replied with ok. He replied with a smiling, blushing emoji and after taking a look at it, I fell asleep. It wasn’t until I woke up the next morning that I realized what I said. As any regular person would react, I proceeded to scream inside. A bit before creating the blog, I had to host a Halloween party at my house and it was a ducking disaster. The party bored everyone and by the end, everyone was really unsatisfied. Even I couldn’t enjoy the party at all as well. This was because I had to get this and that and deal with problem after problem. After that traumatic experience, I made sure I’d never host a party for my friends. Even my past friends knew how terrible of a host I was and never expected a party out of me. EVER. So, immediately, I called Danny and tried talking him into not letting me host.
“Hey, Danny!!” I said in a friendly manner.
“Ello governor, what’s up?”
“Ohhhhh, nothing, it’s just thaaat I sort of need a favor.”
“Ok, what’s your favor?”
“Do you think you could maay-be try getting someone else to do the dinner potluck?”
“Sorry, can’t do that. Everyone already knows where to go to plus I don’t know anyone else that could have it at their house.”
“Ugh! Fine, I’ll try asking my parents if they’ll let me have the potluck.”
“Thanks! I can help you with getting ready if you need it..”
“Ok, I think I’m going to need as much help as possible.”
“See you at noon.” He said, then hanging up the phone.
It was 100% final. I had no way of wiggling my way out of hosting the party. I sighed and headed towards the kitchen. Both my parents were sitting at the table. They were drinking a daily cup of joe (aka chocolate milk with cream) and reading news articles. They read articles most likely covering television. Specifically, anything about animated programming since they’re huge animation buffs. I hesitantly walked towards them, trying to delay their inedible answer to my question. I gradually walked towards my chair and slowly sat down. I took a deep breath and forcefully tried to get my mouth to ask the question. “Good morning!” was the only thing I could say with ease. My parents greeted me back.
“Soooooo… I’m wondering… if it would be ok… iff I coould maaaybe have a few friends over?”
“Depends,” my Mom said, taking her eyes off her laptop.
“Would this be a party of some kind?”
“I guess you can say that?” I replied, trying to remember how potlucks and parties function.
“What kind of party is it?”
“It’s a potluck!” I said, semi-enthusiastically, but mostly nervously.
“A potluck?” my Mom said, surprised and a bit more enthusiastic.
“Yeah.”
My Mom sent a look to my Dad for him to step into the conversation.
“A potluck would be great. Why, I remember back in middle school when my friends and I-” he said.
“Calm down now. Save it for the biography,” My mom interrupted. It was her way of saying “Stop your three-hour story about a piece of wood.”
“So, are you are going to need some help or should we go with usual weekend plans?”
“My friend’s already helping me with the potluck.” I said.
“Alright.”
Reviled, I started my morning route.
I was pleasantly surprised by the entire outcome of the whole situation. I was expecting a no or just a laugh at how absurd it would be to have a potluck out of nowhere.
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