Lemme tell you about the grad party I attended. First of all, I wore a black, beautiful skirt (and I think I was lookin’ gorgeous too!); and I actually fit in2 my fish net panty hose…contrary 2 wat I was thinkin. My skirt was kinda tight on my butt, so I had 2 wear a thong. I dunno wat felt weirder…the fish net between my thighs or the thong that felt tighter than usual (cause of the fish net).
We got 2 the party @ about 11:30pm and they still had not started (even though the invitation said 8:30pm). After about 30 mins, the MC called me and Ada and introduced us to the crowd as the hostesses of the ceremony, and then after that, he said “Gentlemen, look at these two beautiful ladies; if you’re interested in them, you can come to me and get their number.” What da hell?! See me see insult o! Maybe I’m overreacting, but I think he was out of his mind 4 saying that. What if I was engaged? (yes, I know I do not have a ring). Anyway sha, we started ushering people to their tables of course, and after that the real work started.
We had 2 serve food 2 the ‘high table’. We kept goin inside d kitchen and out and in and out….geez! Mind you, I was on stiletto heels o! And then the common people (the rest of us that were not on the high table, lol) were busy disturbing us and making special orders on food. Where did they even think they were? I don’t know what part of “we are only serving the high table” they did not get o.
As if all that walking around was not enough, we even had 2 pick money from the floor. It felt like I was doing crunches all night long. The fact that I was doing it on pencil-thin heels did not help either. After a while, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I ran 2 the car 2 get a pair of flip-flops (slipass). Of course, that meant I had 2 take my fish net panty hose off too, and it was a huge relief. But nawa 4 my toe nails sha…. I’m way overdue 2 get them done. Well, it’s all good. I have an appointment on tuesday.
Even though I had a camera, I did not take one single picture of myself. All the pics were of everyone else but myself…can u imagine? I took over 70 pics and none of them were of me. Ain’t that sad? After all the suffering in picking up the money, we finally decided 2 go home. When I got home, it was past 4am. The first thing I did was take off that damn thong. Every time I bent down 2 pick money, it seemed as if the thong was going deeper. In fact, I was sure the thong would have opened up another hole 4 me…or at least sliced my ass open @ some point, but thank goodness my butt was intact. You better believe I checked 2 make sure. I took the thong off and replaced it with a regular underwear….. hmmm home sweet home.
It wasn’t until about 1:30pm this afternoon that I woke up. I was happy that I could relax and recuperate from yesterday, then all of a sudden the house phone rang. I picked it up and it was Gladys, a family friend. She was calling 2 inform me that she would be @ my house @ 4pm, so we could go 2 the bridal shower I promised I would go 2 with her.
Aaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gotta go take a shower……… shiiiit.
