I'm at my bf's work holiday party at this fancy old white folk "villa" and there are three of us that have been sitting at the table reserved for eight for an hour and a half and everybody is getting all uptight like "if there's only three of you we have to move you to a smaller table" and we're like "ok but we are still expecting the other people..." and my anxiety is at a level ten because I can't make small talk with ****ing Jane from accounting any longer so I just keep drinking wine and eating the free bread and we are the talk of the kitchen and I didn't even want to be here in the first place and I miss my dog
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I'm posting this from the ****ing bathroom (which I've visited six times since we got here). Please send help.
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