My girl Ruthie throws the best house parties, and I'm now infamous for being the early drop by girl. Determined to make it late[r] into the evening this time, I fueled up on some fried rice at one of my favorite restaurants, Asian Mint. While we enjoyed dinner and espresso, Markus filled me in on how you leave a party early without looking like you bailed.
- Arrive promptly so you have one on one time with the host as guests arrive (no hard feat for me, since I am chronically early).
- Take a picture with the host or hostess to commemorate your appearance at their party.
- If possible, do something memorable that people will be talking about after the event to stamp yourself a part of the experience.
Start time was at 8:30 p.m., and here I am at 8:27 with the gorgeous birthday senorita:
|You would think pictures next to pretty girls like this would talk me into wearing eye makeup, but I haven't for the life of me figured it out.|
For good measure I also took a crowd pleaser photo with Markus, the Lefty to my Pancho:
Early arrival and photo ops secured, I waited for something memorable to happen.
I might be known for my spontaneous dance outbursts at my office where the hostess and I work together. Since Ruthie loves my dancing, she requested a birthday dance and I kindly oblidged. Her dog, however, did not approve of my
Thankfully dear husband, who is even more social media obsessed than I, was rolling Vine (a social media app that takes 6 second videos) the whole time and got some great footage of my dance and counter attack. Notice that there is no dropping of the iphone and coming to my rescue...
Click the white text below to see it all go down for yourself:
Adding drama to the drama is the fact that I have a rather aggressive phobia of blood, needles and basically the human body in general. Trying not to panic in front of a large group of people I did not know, I nervously laughed while fighting back tears and asking informed questions like, "I don't want to look at it, but can you see my guts coming out?"
Thankfully one of the party guests is an emergency room doctor who said I would be completely fine and did not require stitches. After a complete inspection he did recommend a spray tan and leg wax. Note to the party people: shave close, for you never know who may be holding and inspecting your calf.
Accomplishing all of my goals, I headed home early and cried the fear of God out of me and tears of thanks that my guts indeed had not spilled out of my leg as I had imagined. Needless to say, thanks to Ruthie's sweet yet startled pup and Markus' video skills, my attendance at Cuatro de Mayo 2013 will not soon be forgotten.
Recovering with a Gonzo the Great bandaid, I ventured out the next day to our Sunday spot at Kyle Warren Park with Little Child, feeling pretty badass to have survived such a ruthless attack the night before while not forgetting to the hair of the dog that bit me.
Do you like to party all night or pop in and out?
What are your tactics for bouncing from the club a little early?
Have you ever survived a dog attack?