So I didn't die and no one got salmonella, so I guess I did okay.
Tuesday I don't have class until one, but I work an early job. So I got off work at ten and set to cooking.
I had promised Elb I'd make whatever she wanted, and she requested funeral potatoes and chicken. Funeral potatoes are I guess any variant of cheesy potato casseroles, so nicknamed because, well, we make them for funerals a lot out here in the west.
That morning, I made two pans of funeral potatoes and then went to class.
Came home and set about making my last pan of funeral potatoes- another kind, because I like variety.
Then on to the chicken. I bought chicken breasts and made a rub - brown sugar, paprika, onion, garlic, salt, pepper, and baked those. I had a veggie tray and grapes. Elb was bringing dessert and drinks.
And like, I was a little stressed out all day with the cooking, but at 6:15 when everything was starting to come together and the food was all set out and the table was clear and the floor was vacuumed, it was just such a satisfying feeling.
And then people started coming! I fed Elb and her friend, all my roommates, three of our friends but Kyv couldn't make it, mine and Elb's old roomie and her fiance, my older brother and Rle, and one of Elb's friends came but didn't eat and like, there were so so many people in my apartment but it was wonderful.
I really enjoy hosting, I think? Like, it was so wonderful to facilitate the joy that everybody had and to have people over and I LOVE that feeling.
Also, Elb got to meet everyone, which was fun.
And no one got salmonella, so I think I did okay.
And it was,,,so so fun.
So a dear friend who was my roommate over the summer is in town this week. We wanted to do something together, but I was wildly busy this weekend with a family wedding and everyone being in town and whatnot.
So Elb and I were able to spend some time together Thursday night, which was great, and then I decided that I'd make dinner and we'd invite some people over.
This is happening tomorrow.
And between a combination of the fact that I have No Chill the guest list is twenty people long?
See, Elb wants to meet my friends, and we're inviting some of our old roomies and some of her friends and basically the list has ended up at:
Elb, a friend of hers from home, three friends here at the uni
Me, my older brother, my best friend from home
My five current roommates
Four of our other friends (including Kyv b/c Elb is invested in this)
Two of our past roomies and one's fiance
For a grand total of twenty??
I'm going to be hosting a dinner party in my six-person, on-campus, dorm?
A few of my friends may not be able to stay long, but still??
How did I get myself into this?
Why do I like people?
Why do I feel like offering people food is the only reason to invite them over?
Also the only way to adult?
So today I have to go grocery shopping and pick up some things and tomorrow, all hell breaks loose.
Here we go.
I made a fool of myself Sunday evening, and now I'm here to tell you all about it.
So, I'm coming back from a family event, and my older brother is dropping me off, in the parking lot next to my apartment. It is approximately nine p.m. I am wearing a black and white dress, a red jacket, and red high heels.
I get out of the car, close the front passenger door, and begin moving around to the rear driver's side because I have things I needed to get out of the back. My brother, however, starts to drive away. Now, I notice a group of people standing nearby, but I don't know any of them, so all my attention is focused on my car, driving away.
"Hey," I shout, waving my arms, "Wait! Stop!" This is, unfortunately, not effective, as my hands are sort of full and I can't gesture very well. I'm running after the car, but not very quickly, as I'm in heels. After a few seconds, I'm a little desperate, so I reach down and take off my shoe, my red high heel, and throw it at my car as I shout, "FETCHER I STILL HAVE THINGS IN THE CAR!"
It is at this juncture that my brother finally clues in and stops. I jog over to the car, one heel on, one foot just in tights on the pavement, open the door, and begin to get out my things. It is then that I hear, from behind me, "Rose, is that your brother?"
And I turn, and as I answer, "Yeah," who should I see but the object of my last post, smiling at me.
The realisation sets in that I have just made a FOOL of myself in front of this guy and his family, and I want to die. Just a little bit.
I wish that a chasm would open in the earth and swallow me up.
A nice lady brought me my shoe. saying, "Here's your satin slipper," and then continued on her way.
The family keeps walking, and then he looks at me and says, "Well, see you, then."
"Yeah, see you!"
And he walks away and I duck behind the car door and express this to my brother.
"Oh," he says, "Did you not notice him?"
"No! I just noticed a group of people! I didn't realise he was there! I'm so mortified!"
"Don't be," my brother laughs, "He thought it was great."
Nonetheless, my mortification was great.
I can only imagine how the conversation went as he caught back up to his family:
"Oh, did you know her?"
"Yeah, that's my friend, *name redacted*."
"What an... interesting girl."
(perhaps by some weird chance they know who I am, as we've been doing things with friends and we've been on a few dates)
So my brother adds to my imagined scene, "Oh, the one we've heard all about!"
To which I can only say, "I wish."
(my family has lowkey heard a lot about him because I talk too much)
I've told this story to a few people (it is, admittedly, very funny), and been told that is sounds like a dramatic breakup scene and also like the intro of the leading lady in a rom-com, so I'm keeping it in my pocket for when I'm writing a screenplay in the future.
Two hours later, I get a text from him that just says,
Solid throw! ;)
Somehow that makes it at once better and worse.
Then yesterday, I had a chance to talk to him at a church activity. For my own mental well-being, I asked if that was his family the night before. Yes. His aunt and uncle, a couple cousins, one of whom is coming to our university in the fall, and his twin brother. They were showing them around campus. It was his aunt who returned my shoe, apparently.
He said it was cool that he met my brother- or saw him, at least. So I think that's a positive.
I'm still a little embarrassed, tbh.
