Disaster always strikes when you’re late to a party.

I love parties. Meeting new people and instantly forgetting their names; drinking cocktails and eating food I didn’t have to prepare; taking drunk photos that don’t make sense the next day – I love it all and I’m game. So I was psyched to go to my friend’s uber-modern, co-ed baby shower/barbeque. I was not psyched, … Continue reading Disaster always strikes when you’re late to a party.