Last night I hosted my first ever slumber party. Oooh, pillow fights and talking about boys. I never had one as a kiddie because our household was rather insane and I didn’t want my friends seeing that. Besides, you had to open three different sets of gates, cross a trickle of a creek and wade through sheep shit to actually get there.
Quite often, I am a really crap friend. I go into little black episodes in which I withdraw from everyone. While I do this because I feel wimpy and unworthy of their company, they interpret it as me being a big old snobbypants who doesn’t care about them.
But this week I was on a mission. I caught up with my brilliant best mate from uni after three years, dinnered with a highschool pal, slumber partied with brilliant blogger ladies, and coffee-ed with two other great mates (who I hadn’t seen in six months even though they live five minutes down the road).
It was all good. So yes, I am a moody little brat sometimes, and to anyone that considers me to be friend or acquaintance, online or off, just know that you all rock my socks, and if I ever made you feel like I didn’t care, I apologise. I have this thing where I convince myself that if I don’t maintain a certain level of entertaining anecdotes, stupid jokes, dirty comments and good cooking that my friends will decide they don’t like me.
In an attempt to be dazzling, I cooked this huge leg of lamb last night with all sorts of fancy things stuffed in it. What I have learned: If you want to impress your friends by serving a hunk of dead sheep, try to remember that some are vegetarian and some don’t like meat. Then don’t bleat at their boyfriend, “Please. Please stay and help eat the sheep.” Because you just look like an idiot and you should know that your friends like you anyway.
In other news, I have LOST my Gomez tickets. I went on a cleaning frenzy (another attempt to look impressive) and now the tickets that were on the kitchen bench have disappeared.
I’ve spent all evening ferreting around the house and even braved the stanky depths of the dumpster to paw through the rubbish I took out yesterday. No luck.
There’s $130 worth of Gomez floating around there somewhere.