So, to counter the rubbing elbows w/ celebs stuff, how 'bout this. Yesterday I had a BBQ. I'm housesitting and they say I can have a party there. I don't bat an eye before the planning begins.
I went home to check in on the cat and bake in my own kitchen. Lost track of time and raced out of the house, realizing that if I speed, I just may make it before the party is supposed to start! (I comfort myself thinking no one shows up on time to a party, right?)
The race is on.
I leave with my purse, laptop, a pyrex of blondies...and manage to trip on the top step. Me & my dish go crashing to the ground. The dish shatters. I've got skid marks on my knees and arms and had the wind knocked out of me. (Keep in mind I'm running late to my own party.)
Enter the stream of curse words.
Luckily, I did a riff on the Smitten recipe and lined the bottom of my pan with parchment. It's all still in tact, with the exception of a giant crack across the top. I pick it up, dust myself off, and race to the car.
If I were only attending the party, I would have bailed but no...I have 30 people coming over. I find myself crying the entire drive over there.
I get to the house, put my poker face on. See a good friend of mine. One look from her and I let loose again. Meanwhile, people are starting to show up (2 others who I don't know well are there already.) Oh good God.
I pull myself together and come down stairs. More people have arrived. I've got my composure now, joke about my wounds, slap on a Superman bandaid and make myself a stiff drink. Festive, festive, let's get festive here.
My friend is BBQing on the grill. The smoke alarm in the house goes off, repeatedly. This is not my house so we can't find the main smoke alarm. After the third time the alarm goes off, one industrious friend of mine manages to find the battery and pull it out.
Moments later, a new-to-me friend who was close to Julia Child and was a frequent caterer for the Academy Awards shows up with her assistant. Yipes!
Suddenly, something shifts and everything comes together. I even manage to have a good time. But oof! It ain't all a bed of roses in my world.
Not to mention I've got an event that's going completely sideways right now. Just lost the venue and the sponsor pulled out citing no money. I've been scrambling to move the event all day today. I've got a 4 person panel and a screening of a just-released documentary that is scheduled for next Tuesday. And no venue. Ha ha ha!!!!
What the heck am I going to do? It's a mystery to me....
I went home to check in on the cat and bake in my own kitchen. Lost track of time and raced out of the house, realizing that if I speed, I just may make it before the party is supposed to start! (I comfort myself thinking no one shows up on time to a party, right?)
The race is on.
I leave with my purse, laptop, a pyrex of blondies...and manage to trip on the top step. Me & my dish go crashing to the ground. The dish shatters. I've got skid marks on my knees and arms and had the wind knocked out of me. (Keep in mind I'm running late to my own party.)
Enter the stream of curse words.
Luckily, I did a riff on the Smitten recipe and lined the bottom of my pan with parchment. It's all still in tact, with the exception of a giant crack across the top. I pick it up, dust myself off, and race to the car.
If I were only attending the party, I would have bailed but no...I have 30 people coming over. I find myself crying the entire drive over there.
I get to the house, put my poker face on. See a good friend of mine. One look from her and I let loose again. Meanwhile, people are starting to show up (2 others who I don't know well are there already.) Oh good God.
I pull myself together and come down stairs. More people have arrived. I've got my composure now, joke about my wounds, slap on a Superman bandaid and make myself a stiff drink. Festive, festive, let's get festive here.
My friend is BBQing on the grill. The smoke alarm in the house goes off, repeatedly. This is not my house so we can't find the main smoke alarm. After the third time the alarm goes off, one industrious friend of mine manages to find the battery and pull it out.
Moments later, a new-to-me friend who was close to Julia Child and was a frequent caterer for the Academy Awards shows up with her assistant. Yipes!
Suddenly, something shifts and everything comes together. I even manage to have a good time. But oof! It ain't all a bed of roses in my world.
Not to mention I've got an event that's going completely sideways right now. Just lost the venue and the sponsor pulled out citing no money. I've been scrambling to move the event all day today. I've got a 4 person panel and a screening of a just-released documentary that is scheduled for next Tuesday. And no venue. Ha ha ha!!!!
What the heck am I going to do? It's a mystery to me....