To say i was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century…
I mean really, who wants to be surrounded by the most headache inducing group of people to ever step into a room? There was Samuel – total narcissist; seriously, the guy absolutely loves talking about himself “Oh you enjoy cricket? I was the top scoring cricket player at…” dude who cares? Next in line? The
Across the table was Timothy, he was nice enough, just too eager to please everyone. His constant blabbering about how he thought everyone looked ravishing came across as too thick and too fake. Cynthia was sitting next to him – center of attention Cynthia. She always had to be involved in everyones conversation regardless if she know what they were talking about. Lets see who we have left, Freddie; I think every dinner party has a Freddie. He holds his fork a little too tight – like he’s caging a beast inside, rarely talks, stares at you for a little longer than niceties allow – just a hair more than socially awkward to keep things interesting. The best part about Freddie? Timothy brought him to be my date…yeah…thats going to work out.
If I’m going to continue to be brutally honest about the guests I can’t stop without dissecting myself.
I’m what you would call a typical – hmm – snarky, hard eyed, spicy mouthed individual, with a dash of cynicism and fairy wings. Delightful right?
So while I’m known to spark some tantalizing conversations, being surrounded by the circus at dinner tonight, i’ve been doing my best to hold my tongue. I’ve lost the battle a few times, but that’s better than a lot of times. Truthfully it has been rather entertaining, still dreadful, but entertaining none the less, and we’ve only had the appetizers.
joining jenni for her blogtember linkup