Elliot's house - April 5, 6:58 PM
I glance at my wall clock as I cross out the second to last item on my list, blowing a strand of hair out of my eyes. It's 6:58 and everything is nearly ready -- just gotta put some finishing touches on the makeshift snack bar I made in the kitchen. I stare longingly at the plastic bag of coasters that I made a few days before and hope everyone remembered to bring their invitations. Maybe I won't let them in until they've flashed me their coaster.
I lay out the plastic eating utensils and the decorated paper plates. Oh my gosh, the plates are so pretty! Maybe I should've laminated them too. Except I have fondue ready and it might burn through the plastic and then someone might eat it and it might cool down in their mouths and they might swallow it and choke and ew, I'd never give mouth-to-mouth! Gross. I should probably buy those CPR face shields I saw one of the EMT's carry. But I'm pretty sure I'd get grossed out anyway and throw it out right after I've used it. Even if I used it on my mother.
Ew. Especially if I used it on my mother.
I glance at the clock again. 7:04! Frick, where are these people?
I lay out the plastic eating utensils and the decorated paper plates. Oh my gosh, the plates are so pretty! Maybe I should've laminated them too. Except I have fondue ready and it might burn through the plastic and then someone might eat it and it might cool down in their mouths and they might swallow it and choke and ew, I'd never give mouth-to-mouth! Gross. I should probably buy those CPR face shields I saw one of the EMT's carry. But I'm pretty sure I'd get grossed out anyway and throw it out right after I've used it. Even if I used it on my mother.
Ew. Especially if I used it on my mother.
I glance at the clock again. 7:04! Frick, where are these people?