finale

i’m going to a fireworks barbeque tonight. it’s being hosted by dean. normally, i wouldn’t think twice about going, but tonight is different. there will be strangers there. lots of strangers.
in talking to meg last night, the count is up to eighteen people. if that includes the four of us, plus dean’s mom and hazel… that’s still a dozen strangers. the more i think about it, the more nervous i get. this is so not what i need to be doing, especially when i’m having enough self-confidence/body issues to hinder my normal routine.
then there’s the dessert. i’m supposed to bring dessert. the last food. the finale. if the dessert sucks, the evening will be ruined. no pressure. yeah, right. even meghan mentioned that i should ensure my dessert is better than the dessert the other dessert-bringing person is bringing.
so, the plan is as follows: leave work early, fetch stellar dessert from trendy bakery at the quay, iron shirt, nap, eat something healthful so i don’t pig out there, phone meghan, go up, look smashing, be charming and interesting while quashing my nerves, watch fireworks, come home, collapse.
i hope i don’t make a fool of myself.