It’s true. As the title says, I find myself in quite a state.
I’ve just come from next to the fridge. Before right now, as in, mere moments ago, myself and my cocktail dress and my very askew eyeliner were crouching in heels with a spoon and making our way through the pasta salad, the potato salad, the peach pie, and yes, the sangria. We used a straw for that one.
Before that – hot, messy mess that it was – we were at a wine bar, my dress and eyeliner and I…eye?…I. We drank, we laughed, we enjoyed ourselves immensely.
Prior to, we drank sangria in the back yard. Boatloads, if you must know. Pitchers full, straight out of jam jars, because we recycle and also because it’s cute. We are firm believers in both ecological awareness and fiesta avant gardeness.
Before the sangria, oh what was it? It’s hard to remember before sangria.
Or after, for that matter.
Well, I think before that, it was this:
Hope you had just as keen a weekend.
If you need me – or my cocktail dress, my eyeliner, or my spoon – we’re now in the living room.
That cupcake doesn’t stand a chance.