I was slumped down in my seat, messaging my daughter giving her a play by play of the action. I wasn't really scared, but it could have gone south real quick. It was over in about 5 minutes and I was able to go on my way. I never did hear what it was about, just another day in Spokane I guess.
As we pulled into the lot, we saw our favorite neighbor. Oh shit, they were invited too. We stayed in our car, knowing this wasn't going to be much of a party. All of a sudden Curtis yells out that the party was moving to his house. Oh shit, was this a bad dream? Please wake me up.
The last thing in the world I would ever want to do, is walk in the house of my arch-nemesis. He probably felt the same. We waited at home awhile before walking next door. As people poured in, there was nowhere to go. Thankfully my husband parked himself on the couch and we joined him; there we sat like 3 bumps on a log. There was the couch, and some hard chairs, that's it. The rest just stood or milled around. We had brought a side dish, so we couldn't just leave. The party was mostly family members of the graduate. I recognized a few from past birthday parties when the girls were little but still not well enough to have a conversation.
Curtis was in the back yard grilling so I didn't have to see him and as soon as we ate, we grabbed our almost empty bowl and ran home. The Kid said it was probably the most uncomfortable she has ever been. At least she ate though, many times she can't if she's really nervous. I do give him props for stepping up and opening his home to everyone but I don't ever want to have to do that again.
Father's Day was boringly normal. The Kid and her dad went for a hike and I stayed home and got ready for our own grilled dinner. The Kid made her dad a scratch peanut butter cake with peanut butter frosting. Hog Heaven!
I will take boringly normal anyday.