So after suffering through processed lunchmeat and chips (the free food), not winning any door prizes (oh, well- the free house cleaning would have been nice!), and deciding that we were starving and didn't really want to stay for the iMax,
In we go - giddy from a night of laughter and camaraderie - and request a table on the patio. We settle in, place our order.
I'm definitely out of my element here. Looking at the slim & trim, perfectly coiffed and highlighted 'do's, trendy outfits. Everyone "has their game on", as they say. It's all so - glitzed. Perfect. Very southern. Very wealthy. Very "in crowd". I feel like an 8th grader with bad acne and glasses.
Annie notices them first.
At her feet, there are a host of slugs, crawling on the cement flower boxes. After some deliberation, we decide to just ignore them.
I'm next. Looking down, about halfway through our munchies, a Big. Juicy. Cockroach. crawls across the patio. Right. Under. Our. Table.
I didn't say anything - no one else noticed. (OK, so I told everyone later. They would have screamed if I had told them while we were eating. I knew it.)
But it struck me. Here, in Perfect Land - bugs. Icky, creepy, nasty bugs. Right underneath our feet. Seems like a lesson to me somewhere. You think?
(Oh, and E, P, A, and L.. . . . .THANKS for a very, very fun night! I love y'all!)
(How's that for southern? ;-)