And They Didn't Even Say "Gesundheit": My Crabby Party Moment of the Week came this past Saturday night, at a barbecue hosted by a friend of Todd's. I wasn't wowed by anyone there save Todd (though, in all fairness, I used the mysterious, capricious, and utterly fallible Dawn Eden method of determining whether or not people looked worth approaching). Moreover, there was little healthful, non-meaty food to be had (well, what did I expect—it was a barbecue, after all).
And so it was that, after we'd been there an hour, while sitting next to Todd on our host's black bachelor-pad style futon, I was moved to sneeze. Three times, in rapid succession. As I did, I noticed that the conversation of the four people who were standing near us suddenly went dead quiet.
I lifted my head to look at them. Sure enough, they were staring at me.
I turned back towards Todd and said in a low, deliberate voice, "It's time to leave. People are watching me sneeze."
8:56 PM
