Parties & Mary-on-a-Stick
Saturday, June 21, 2014 • 1:33pm
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Today I am grateful for parties & Mary-on-a-Stick. We don’t go to too many parties anymore because no one seems to hold them. They are a lot of work, so I get it. Last night was a retirement party for a good friend and I wasn’t well enough to go. Boo Hoo. I probably could have faked it but it didn’t seem fair to spread germs to people who are looking for to summer vacations, so I did the grown up thing and stayed home.
I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and even tried to tell myself I was no longer contagious. Lies are still lies even when you tell them to yourself. Somewhere between my pity party, the cursing of the dumb doctor and my next dose of meds I decided that just because I couldn’t go physically, didn’t mean I couldn’t put in an appearance.
I dug out a ten year old headshot and started playing with markers and paints. I had to gray the hair and deepen the facial lines and probably should have added a few pounds but hey, I didn’t. They add up easy enough. I was really grateful that the paints were within arm’s reach and had a lot of fun with my paper makeover. After cutting me out and spiking my hair a bit more with a scissors, I taped me to a paint stick.
I even had John make the cucumber sandwiches I had promised to bring, with me helping “guide” him wearing a dish towel tied around my face. An appropriate look if you’re going to rob a bank in Cody, Wyoming. Not so much in my kitchen.
I packed John off to the party with the tray of sandwiches, a card, a plant, a bottle of wine and Mary-on-a-Stick. I stayed home.
I am grateful for parties & Mary-on-a-Stick, who had a great time tending bar and doing who knows what obscene things throughout the night. I suspect there will be pictures, but I haven’t seen any yet, except the one I took pre-event. Good thing I did because when John got home Mary-on-a-stick was still partying hearty. If she eats my cake she’s kindling!
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