Looking to my left a few moments ago, I noticed with shock that there were 150 guests online. 150 guests! GUESTS! Now, as a bona fee-day member with a name anda, anda blog an everything, that kinda makes me one of the hosts!
You got your canapes over here, and your vegan hors d'oeuvres over here, and some little tiny pizza bagels (aren't they cute?) and some little spring rolls, and some fruit and vegetables, and tortilla chips and salsa, and some things with toothpicks and skewers in them, and cheese and crackers, and cookies! Little tiny cookies! Gluten-free cookies! Dairy-free cookies! Nut-free cookies! And pie. Lots and lots of pie. And chocolate covered strawberries. (See? I'm even gettin out the good stuff for u guys.)
I'm runnin around like a chicken with my little lesbian head cut off here, ok?
How do I prepare for 150 guests? Even scarier, how do I prepare for 150 guests who are
a) already here
b) people i DON'T KNOW!
My mind continues to boggle.
(That was a funny old game, boggle...where u hadda pop a bunch of letters up and make words with em...they play it on 'King of the Hill'. My aunt was good at it. SLAP! Stay focused, girlie! You got 150 people here and you gotta be a host with the most right now!)
I'm remaining calm. Uh...it's nice here. People read ur stuff and you get a profile. And you get to put up pictures and make stupid polls...and comment on what people are saying like..."i hear ya, man" and "don't u know it, honey".
So uh...join today! Join all at once and that way you won't draw attention to yourself, like that one lone person entering a party just between unfashionably on time and fashionably late. No looking around frantically for people you know, no wondering where to put your coat, or drink or eyes or self...just 150 people just kinda busting in like gatecrashers at the queer kegger up the road.
Come on...you know you wanna!