this one’s for the ladies.

so once the majority of my hangover went away i sat down with shari to fold some napkins, INCORRECTLY. i do one and she goes have you ever been a waitress before? yes, for 1 day haha. then we get in a fight over how to fold a napkin the right way, i don’t think you have had to been a waitress to know how to fold a napkin, it’s kinda common sense and there is more than one way to do it, and i was not going to let it go. i’m a pretty crafty and creative person, self-taught but also from years of watching my mom obsess over making presents look pretty and our home, watching martha stewart and reading bored housewife magazines my mom and her friends shared, basically i do not fold napkins the same way the queen’s head pub in oakville teaches its girls, but MY napkin folding skills are fucking awesome and i am even better at curling ribbon, so to fix the situation i said fine you fold these guys i’ll cut the ribbon you tie it i’ll curl it. oh not only am i shitty at folding napkins apparently, i do not know how to place the cutlery within a napkin either.

remember i am on my period and my hangover is slowly leaving my body i am in the hot sun everyone is freaking out about this birthday party that i won’t even be attending, and i am stressing over my nana and papa’s 50th anniversary party that nite, and i am in a napkin fight now.

all of these napkins were supposed to look exactly the same shari felt and some lady who normally does the napkins would SO notice if they weren’t, tarley said she wouldn’t. basically shari was getting grief from someone else who was stressing about this party and then was sharing it with me, sorry not my scene.

oh and to make a dig i said that she was knotting the ribbon too tight and it was making my curls look ugly and shari said ok sorry, my joke went right over her head dude relax it’s just napkins not a metaphor for failure!

that is my napkin story.