So, let me tell you what I was up to last night.
I was going to a party. Ida, your birthday party, to be more specific. It took place somewhere in Lund, and to make sure I knew how to find the place I went out earlier during the day to scour it out. Wearing pyjama trousers and a nightgown. In the rain.
Well, I found the place, and just when I was about to leave again (probably to go home, shower and change my clothes before coming back), the guests started dropping in. I was all embarrassed - everyone were all dressed up, and there I was in my pyjamas. Anyway, people started setting the table for dinner. I went up to Ida and said I really should go home and get properly done, it'd only take half an hour, tops. She went, 'Sure. Just scoop up a portion on this plate and you can eat when you get back'. I'm all, 'Cool'. Only problem was, when I was trying to scoop up my portion I kept spilling on the table, and Ida's dad (whom, may I add, I have never actually met) kept following me around and wiping at it. Finally, he goes, 'You know, if you maybe put the ladle this way instead, maybe you wouldn't make such a mess.' I was very embarrassed. Again.
Then, I needed to put some tin foil over my plate. But, in this place, you got the tin foil from a machine, and the damn machine only produced the foil in tiny strips, so it took me ages to cover the whole thing. Ages as in, everyone else had finished dinner already.
So I called my parents, hoping that maybe they could bring me my clothes and I could use the shower in the apartment (wherever we were). Unfortunately, my dad had been drinking wine and was unable to drive, and my mum was in Södra Sandby.
My salvation was a masquerade. We were challenged to dress up as characters from - for some reason - Dreamgirls (and I swear, I haven't even seen this damn movie!) and there were loads of clothes to choose from. I thought, 'Oh, great, maybe there's something nice to wear!' and found an awesome corset-like thingy, only it was made of, uh, pink fur. And had a brim of white fur. I thought it was perfect and put it on, but then one of the other guests went complaining to Ida: 'That doesn't look anything like any of the characters, she just looks like a slut!'
That's around where I woke up, I think. I swear to God, all of this crap really happened in my head.
And for the record, Ida, I don't actually believe that your dad would follow anyone around with a rag and berate them for spilling food. ;)
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I have nasty cold. It sucks.
On the plus side - Supernatural is back tonight! Which means tomorrow for me, but yay! I'm totally excited for this episode after I caved and watched a director's cut of a very, very amusing scene. *snicker*
