Spillage
I’m sure I have mentioned it before, but in case you weren’t paying attention, you should know that I am very clumsy. I fall down. I crash into things. I spill. A lot. Especially when I’ve got a little Captain in me. Or a little Grey Goose. Or a little Jameson.
Yesterday was Lish and Josh’s big engagement party. It was a gorgeous event and I got to meet a lot of Lish’s family friends I had heard so much about. I made it through about 83.5% of the evening with little to no clumsy incidents. But, I was wearing white. Which means there was no way I was going to get out of that party with out spilling something.
And I spill I did. I spilled red wine. Right down the front of my beautiful dress. Totally not embarrassing. Thank god my bridesmaids dress is navy blue.
Moral of this story is that I can’t be trusted. And don’t under any circumstances hand me a drink that isn’t clear.
Please and thank you.
Love and Beer Floats
Angela
P.S. Eric is looking at me like "Who is this girl. Why can't she get her act together?"
Yesterday was Lish and Josh’s big engagement party. It was a gorgeous event and I got to meet a lot of Lish’s family friends I had heard so much about. I made it through about 83.5% of the evening with little to no clumsy incidents. But, I was wearing white. Which means there was no way I was going to get out of that party with out spilling something.
And I spill I did. I spilled red wine. Right down the front of my beautiful dress. Totally not embarrassing. Thank god my bridesmaids dress is navy blue.
Moral of this story is that I can’t be trusted. And don’t under any circumstances hand me a drink that isn’t clear.
Please and thank you.
Love and Beer Floats
Angela
P.S. Eric is looking at me like "Who is this girl. Why can't she get her act together?"