First of all we all know how I do in social situations - not so good.
I will do one of two things
a) say something very inappropriate
(like the time in 8th grade when a boy asked me for my phone number and I thought it would be really cute to interchange the word “sex” for the word “six” 7-5-Sex- 8459)
b) do something inappropriate
(like the time I showed a “new dance move” to the EQ president in my college ward. During a BoMathon.)
and sometimes *cross fingers*
c) do both
Tonight at a Christmas Relief Society dinner was a C night at its finest. Because I got really hyper… (and I fully blame Liz Jaggi for pushing me over the edge. I was calm and collected before she got there) So Liz and I were talking to this lady about her upcoming trip to Utah
and Liz says “Ooooh you should go to this place called ‘Temple Square’”
and I laugh and add “Also there’s a place in Park City where you can go ‘Tubing’ ” and then Liz and I are cracking each other up and then I get really going and just start being plain obnoxious
”There… there’s… there’s this place up in Park City laugh laugh laugh where you can get name brand laugh laugh stuff for pretty cheap… its called an outlet Mall” and now I’m bent over with how funny I am and almost peeing my pants.
Then liz chimes in
“Yeah they have stores like …..laugh laugh laugh “Carters”
and then we both lost it and we were almost crying.
Then I go into over drive and I’m like “OH!!! AND YOU HAVE TO GO TO SMART COOKIE @ Fort Union!!!”
and this lady was like “uh okay?” but her eyes were saying “get me the H out of here. get me the H out of here!!!!” and I could tell she was trying to make an escape route in her mind.
Well since I could tell she wasn’t committing to Smart Cookie I had only one option left. So I took the plastic fork I was holding and put it to her throat and said “NO PROMISE ME YOU’LL GO TO SMART COOKIE” Now I was totally kidding. But I said it in my best serial killer voice and since she doesn’t know me at all it basically came out like I was totally a whack job. It probably didn’t help that I was pressing the tines of my cutlery that still had pot roast on it into her skin. It was kind of a weird moment because I got my own humor and was laughing… but she wasn’t. So after my chuckles started to die down and I could tell she was a little scared I backed up and then went over quietly to liz. she did make me feel a little better by saying that on a scale of 1-10 of being crazy I was only a 3. phew. but thats coming from Liz so basically It means I was at a 9.
Gosh-
Why do I always ruin things?