I let the lip slip, it seems. Once again, I’m late for my own party.
So I’ll just slip in here, in the back door rather than the grand entrance I really actually never make, and I’ll mingle with the crowd until everyone thinks I’ve always been here.
I know this makes no sense in regards to writing a blog post, but let’s pretend, shall we?
An appetizer? Why thank you.
I hadn’t realized I’d had this little affair catered. With wandering waiters dressed in crisp uniforms and everything!
Cocktail shrimp, anyone?
And a glass of champagne to loosen the lips and make all the guests happy.
And less likely to notice that I was late.
Do you ever feel like you’re just on the cusp of something? I overhear someone ask.
Well, now that you mention it, I do. But I haven’t a clue what it might be. Other than it’s bound to be pleasing. It’s just one of those feelings.
I do too, I say, but they look at me as if I’ve intruded so I walk away, wondering how my own party got so far out of hand.
Ah well. I suppose that’s what I get.
I can’t even enjoy a shindig in my own head.
Let’s listen to music! I exclaim over the din of the crowd, and everyone cheers when I put on something everyone likes. Because I can do that at my imaginary party.
And everyone dances. I’m the toast of the party.
The SoCS party.
At least in my head.
This totally off the top of my head post is brought to you by the letter “L,” and by Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Click the following link to find all the participating posts, and join in! It’s fun! https://lindaghill.com/2019/04/12/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-13-19/
I’m taking suggestions here for “M” words for Monday’s post. I’ll take the first three, one per person, and please make them safe for work. thank you!