So last night was not my finest moment. No, I didn’t make out with some random guy in a parking lot. I didn’t stick my foot in my mouth either (although I did call some guy pretentious when he insisted on pouring his beer into a wine glass, but that’s besides the point ~ he was an asshole anyway).
Let me give you the setup: middle of the party & everyone is out on the patio right near the arcadia door. I am outside clearing wine glasses (what? did you think I was a guest? hell no, I’m the cook – duh). There is one exceptionally handsome gentleman there that I have admired from afar for years (with some skinny bitch, but I think I could have taken her if push came to shove).
Anywhoo, here I am carrying wine glasses and I walk inside, plant my foot wrong on the slippery mexican tile and ……… totally wipe out!!! Holy shit! Not mortifying at all! Oh, did I mention that it was right on the other side of the arcadia door where everyone was standing so that they had full view of my ass hitting the floor? For those unfortunate guests who did happen to miss my ‘floor show’, the sound of shattering wine glasses on the tile could have been heard from a block away.
You know what the worst part was? Who do you think was the 1st one to my side to help me up (with a look of pity in his hottie eyes), yup …….. Hottie McHottie. Ahhhh, good times!