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So, I thought of you guys the other night. If you read my "If You Knew Me Post," you'd know that I have an A+ in messy eating habits. Well, I took my "messy eating habits" to a whole new, and might I add, extremely embarrassing level.
You see, it all started when my Husband invited me to attend an event for a candidate running for US Congress. Long story short, Husband said, "We're all going to work out at the gym and then go over after." So, I'm thinking, everyone will be in workout clothes. No big deal. I get out of my kickboxing class, and find Husband and the other guys, wouldn't you know, dressed all sophisticated. And I didn't bring a change of clothes. Great. They invited me to dinner anyways, and insisted that it would be totally fine for me to go to the nice restaurant in my workout clothes. I agreed because, well, I wasn't going to let being underdressed get in the way of my night.
So, we arrive at the restaurant to find that the rival of the candidate we are supporting in the race is hosting his event there. News and media are taking pictures, and the now US Congressman is talking to his supporters and thanking them for helping him through his campaign. Fast forward.
So, we sit down at a nice table and I order the chicken parmigiana. The server brings our meals out, and I dig in. While I'm cutting my chicken, I'm listening, and looking, at one of the guys speaking across the table. Now, I don't know precisely how it happened. Maybe it was my sheer strength, my excitement to eat, or lack of multi-tasking skills, but none-the-less, it happened. With a tug and a pull of my knife, and a moment that moved entirely in slow motion, my chicken went flying off my plate and across the table. Flying! Like it still had wings.
I looked over at the dressed-to-the-nines girl sitting right next to me, (who I just met by the way) and noticed that on her arm, was a very large glob, (like a tablespoon amount), of spaghetti sauce. Oh how appetizing. We were both staring at it. I was mortified. She was mortified I'm sure, but played it off with the cool and class of it not being a big deal. Way to make a first impression Katie I groaned inside. Spots of red spaghetti sauce were splattered across white table cloth, and even made their way onto my husband's nice shirt.
It was one of those moments like, how on earth did that just happen?!? When we finally reached our event, and asked how the dinner was at our rivals party that we unexpectedly crashed, our response was, "We were throwing spaghetti everywhere, it was great." It was a running joke the rest of the night. Eh. Sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself. And pray for better table manners.