Coffee Table Declarations
Friday, April 16, 2004
Last night my roommate and I hosted a Body Shop party at our apartment. We had fourteen guests including our moms. My mom used to go to tupperware parties a long time ago when they were the only at home retail parties going. So I guess everything comes full circle.
The theme of our evening was "Foot Fun". First we got to soak our feet in nice warm water and then we got to use a tingly peppermint foot mask. My roommate's mom brought a lot of refreshments including shrimp cocktail, deviled eggs, and monkey bread. I apologize to Pinky who has already heard this story but I have to repeat it because it was really funny. As I was sitting with my feet soaking, someone handed me a plate of monkey bread to try. I tasted it and it was good that I said "MMmmmm, monkey bread!" to no one in particular. That was when the middle-aged lady next to me started to laugh and she said, "monkey bread and a foot soak! It doesn't get much better than this!" We shared a moment of laughter and I realized that there I was, fraternizing with middle-aged ladies again.
That same middle-aged lady was quite the character. When we were passing around some kind of lotion to smell, one girl said, "I think it smells like play dough." and the lady next to me replied, "Really? I thought it smelled like a baby's bottom." pause... "a clean baby's bottom that is!" which set me to laughing again.
A good time was had by all. A lot of money was spent by me. And I had to laugh when the consultant did her little pitch about "if anyone wants to become a consultant and do what I do, you can make a ton of money, blah blah blah." You see, I myself did a short stint as a Party Lite consultant. I think I spent more money than I made ever. Although it taught me something important about myself (I enjoy talking in front of groups, a fear I overcame and in fact started to embrace during this time) and I ended up with a ton of candles. And speaking of candles, last night we lit the aptly named Wheel of Fire for the very first time. It was a smashing success and did not (as my roommate had feared) set our wall aflame.
The theme of our evening was "Foot Fun". First we got to soak our feet in nice warm water and then we got to use a tingly peppermint foot mask. My roommate's mom brought a lot of refreshments including shrimp cocktail, deviled eggs, and monkey bread. I apologize to Pinky who has already heard this story but I have to repeat it because it was really funny. As I was sitting with my feet soaking, someone handed me a plate of monkey bread to try. I tasted it and it was good that I said "MMmmmm, monkey bread!" to no one in particular. That was when the middle-aged lady next to me started to laugh and she said, "monkey bread and a foot soak! It doesn't get much better than this!" We shared a moment of laughter and I realized that there I was, fraternizing with middle-aged ladies again.
That same middle-aged lady was quite the character. When we were passing around some kind of lotion to smell, one girl said, "I think it smells like play dough." and the lady next to me replied, "Really? I thought it smelled like a baby's bottom." pause... "a clean baby's bottom that is!" which set me to laughing again.
A good time was had by all. A lot of money was spent by me. And I had to laugh when the consultant did her little pitch about "if anyone wants to become a consultant and do what I do, you can make a ton of money, blah blah blah." You see, I myself did a short stint as a Party Lite consultant. I think I spent more money than I made ever. Although it taught me something important about myself (I enjoy talking in front of groups, a fear I overcame and in fact started to embrace during this time) and I ended up with a ton of candles. And speaking of candles, last night we lit the aptly named Wheel of Fire for the very first time. It was a smashing success and did not (as my roommate had feared) set our wall aflame.
