Have you heard of the saying, "Life is Nit About Waiting For The Storm To Pass, But Learning To Dance In The Rain." I always thought that was another form of Serendipity. For Seth and Brogen, they never will. They'll try dancing but they have no rhythm. It won't take long for them to meet, if they don't try looking for each other.
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I hate parties. Parties is an excuse for people to try and bag someone for the night. Parties are full of me turning hoes down. In the beginning I found rejecting girls fun and powerful, but now it's annoying and sad. Yet, here am I mailing invitations to my twenty-first birthday. It's not like I wanted a party but I'd hate to disappoint my family. For whatever reason I'm their golden child. Always being flaunted off in public.
I can understand why. And not to sound douchy but, I've earned countless awards for soccer, basketball and volleyball, I've graduated college with flying colors, and i have such an eye for stocks that I was able to earn 789,000 dollars, for i used it do buy my own bar, and buy family insurance that covers almost everything.
But it's not like I'm a doctor or a celebrity. All I am is a bartender. Yet, here I am, dotting the i's and crossing the t's to party invitations. I can't not show up at my own party. And low and behold and invitation to Adilae Hawthen plus a guessed...
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  Adilea and I spent the day mini golfing and shopping at the mall. As much as she's a pain in the ass it wasn't such a bad way to spend a day. Of course I kicked her ass in mini golf and I bought a really nice sweater. We went into a sex shop and bought vibrators as a joke. I don't know what to do with it now though.
   When we got home I began preparing lunch for us. I don't mean to brag but Gordon Ramsey can kiss my ass. No ones a better chef than I. And baking?! I'm on a new level. I can bake cakes that defy gravity.
  I take out the steaks I left to defrost, and the spices i'll need, and all my baking equipment. I plan to start off with a medium rare barbecue steak. I left it marinated in barbecue sauce for twelve hours. And for dessert I have made a three layered English Trifle. First layer is red velvet sponge cake, the second layer is custard creme with lady fingers, and the top layer is a thin layer of sponge cake topped off with handmade whipped creme, chocolate shavings, cinnamon spice, nutmeg, and of course little star and heart shaped sprinkles.
   I swear i'm a Women Child. But baking is what i was born to do.
  Adilea bust through the chicken door holding a black envelope with gold brims. "Seth Whitefeather is hosting his birthday party and I get a plus one! You want to come?" I don't mind parties so much but I've never met Seth. "Yeah sure, I promise to look prettier than you. Or i'll try not to." She laughs and thanks me. Now I have to go out dress shopping. I have a million dresses. So many that I have a spectate closet for just dresses. But one thing my mother taught me was, never wear the same dress twice. That means I have a lot of dresses to sell and give to good will. "That means we're going dress shopping tomorrow. Also get away from the fridge dinner will be ready soon." She shuts the fridge and walks up to the counter with me. "But the parties tomorrow at eight." "Then we'll go to Bell Of The Ball in the morning. That's more than enough time to pick dresses, do our hair and makeup." "Alright. I'm going inside to set up for dinner."
   When she leaves I settle my dishes onto the plates and bring it in. After we freaking inhale my masterpiece, we dive into the Trifle.
   I hate dress shopping...