Generally speaking, parents love me. Last weekend, despite my best efforts, this fact still remains true.
It was ED’s best friends graduation party. I took the opportunity as an excuse to buy a cute little dress, matching cardigan, a spray tan and shiny blue heels.
I was dressed the role of the casual yet sophisticated guest and was doing a good job of acting the part too.
Then along came two glasses of wine… followed by a few too many margaritas… and shots of Pendalton for the graduate.
Soon the rest of the party had dispersed except for a small group. The men of this group, graduate included, decided that it was now time to jump in the pool.
Seeing them all steamy and warm was just too much to bare. So we found some towels, and some suits, and joined them.
Mysteriously the camera and the pictures stop there. At least I think so.
The rest of the night is a little bit…hazy.
I woke the next morning in a panic trying to remember everything. Did we get in the pool? Yes. Did we have suits on? Yeees? Where did I change? Was it in the basement? Was it in the parents room? Did I change back into my clothes before we left? Oh my god where are my underwear? Please, please, lord tell me I didn’t leave my underwear in their basement. Wait, what underwear was I even wearing? Please tell me they were somewhat decent. Knowing my luck they probably had holes in them!
I left the house early the next morning to go to a client’s event. It wasn’t until later that night that I finally met up with ED (his phone got water damage so we were communicating through email. Talk about frustrating!). I asked him, “do you think Jason’s parents hate me? Did I make an ass out of myself?”
Ed assured me that I am crazy and that they were just happy we all had a great time.
My reputation remains untarnished and hopefully I will get an invite back again soon. I promise I’ll wear appropriate underwear next time.