Go Away!

I'm planning a bridal shower. Its been a long time since I threw one of these and I'm determined to do it up right. The bride really wants to have a tea party, so I've been researching teas. If you look up the definition of "anal retentive" on Wikipedia, I think you'd find a picture of people planning a tea. Next to a picture of me researching them. I'm not going to be anal about all the particulars,though (Did you know a "low tea" is called low because its served on low tables?).

Despite the name, "high" tea does not involve marijuana, but that would probably be fun. No, high tea or "meat tea" is a heavier meal - more like dinner. I am having neither high nor low tea. It will be on dinner height tables and there will be no marijuana or meat. Maybe some fish.

Anyway, I went to a local party supply store to check out decorations and invitations. I wasn't two steps in the door when an odd looking young man said "Hello! Can I help you?" I said "No, thanks, I'm just looking" He fired back, "Anything in particular?" "No, I'm just looking (for a place in this store where you aren't...)" Nothing grabbed me there so I left that store (didn't say goodbye) and went next door to an office supply place. I thought there might be some pretty paper I could use for invitations.

I opened the door and a voice met me - "Can I help you?" I wasn't even in the freakin' store yet! "No, thanks, I'm just looking." Then the party store guy's female counterpart went back to doing her sideways leg lifts. She was using a display case to steady herself. Like a ballet barre. Pretty good way to kill time if you ask me.

I don't blame those kids with what has to be really crappy jobs for being annoying. I blame Walmart. I don't remember any of this stupid "greeter" stuff til they showed up on the scene.
Those greeters don't fool me. I'm pretty sure they're not all that glad to see me. And I don't think they are interested in what I'm looking for. But at least they have jobs.

What I haven't mentioned is that this bridal tea isn't til May. I know, I know, its January. And I said I wasn't going to be anal. I lied, I'm going to be really anal because that's just how I am. I just need to be sure to stop before I get all the teeny, tiny sandwiches made and the crusts trimmed off...five months early.