When I RSVP'd to the thing, I knew full well what I was signing up for, but I don't think I properly visualized the awkwardness. The party is being hosted by a friend of mine that I only recently got back in touch with. And all of her single, kind of self-absorbed friends will be in attendance.
And me, of course. I'm self-absorbed, too. But at least I'm married? (Okay, so I'll probably fit in well enough.)
Anyway, I don't know why I'm telling you this, exactly, other than to WHINE about how I'll be embarrassed and warn you that the next post will explicitly outline how I accidentally smacked someone in the face with a purple dildo or something.
Because you KNOW that's totally going to happen. That, or I'll mistakenly eat a pair of panties, thinking they're part of the appetizer spread.
SPREAD! AHAHA! (Yikes.)
Wish me luck. And offer any suggestions on the proper etiquette for watching sex toy demonstrations. Do you clap? (Yikes.) Ask questions? Take notes? Am I expected to be a fucking WHOOOOO! girl here?
This is going to be something else. This is certain.
*Actually, no. This makes dildo-holding exponentially worse, I'd wager. In other words, I'll test it out during the demonstration. Watch my Twitter for live updates.