Nope, that's not me, but it certainly portrays a bit of how I'm feeling. Today's post was supposed to be about a pseudo-bizarre food I taste tested, but I'm as overcooked as a car engine with no oil! Yum Yucky will continue with it's regular programming tomorrow because right now I'm tired, cranky, and need a foot rub. But I'll leave you with this, the short version of my most embarrassing moment.
I was invited to a birthday party. I had never been to this house, but signs of an all out summertime bash were obvious when I pulled up. There was volleyball on the lawn, drinks galore (the over 21 kind), a DeeJay, and a lavish catered spread with all kinds of delicacies. It seemed that no expense was spared. I'm impressed!
I didn't know anyone except the hostess, but I couldn't find her so I made myself comfortable at the buffet – or tried to anyway. I was getting the most terrible looks from people and I didn't know why. After all, I should have been the critical one. With all the expense that was forked out for this high class soiree, they were using napkins with baby prints instead of "happy birthday" napkins. How cheesy.
I stuffed myself with food and was going for seconds when I was approached…What! I'm at a Bris Milah?
It turns out I got the wrong house and crashed the celebratory feast of a Jewish baby boy's ritual circumcision. Well that explains the napkins now, doesn't it? I hightailed it out of there totally embarrassed. The right house was just next door. There was a small cake and four balloons.
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