I have always considered myself somewhat of an amateur party planner. I mean, who couldn't throw a happy party when you own (borrowed) a pretzel warmer. Yet, there were some very obvious signs that my party last night went horribly wrong.
1. A six foot table lifts off the ground and tries to take out the R.S. president.
2. 40 people run frantically screaming to their cars.
3. I was left to sulk and eat a large portion of dessert that was meant for 40.
In reflection, it probably wasn't my best event planned. Maybe I should have brought the Pretzel warmer.