Post # 1
So. I’m hosting a shower for this friend of FI’s. I’m friends with her too, but she is better friends with Fiance (he is an usher in her wedding). She is not someone that I would normally have thought I would be hosting a shower for, but I found out that she was really sad that none of her bridesmaids were going to be hosting one for her (she moved to another state about 6 months ago for her FI’s job and so the whole wedding process is this weird Out of Town but not really thing). I felt awful, especially since I asked her to send me a shower invite, so I offered to throw her one.
The shower is tomorrow. My Fiance just went out of town for two weeks (military) so I was already a little moody. I’ve been working on shower stuff all day (cooking, cleaning, etc). I just pulled the cheesecake out of the oven. I make cheesecake all the time. I am semi-famous in my circle for my cheesecake. My cheesecake FELL. Like a weird fallen soufflé. I have never had this happen before.
So I decide to start doing dishes while I think about what to do. I turn on the dishwasher to discover that IT DOESN’T WORK. AT ALL. We live in an apartment and the maintenance people were here yesterday working on plumbing in my building and they must have somehow disconnected it. And of course, I can’t get anyone here to fix it now because it’s Friday night.
So I go to look for a dish towel so that I can hand dry all of these dishes and I cannot find a single one anywhere. Fiance was doing laundry before he left and he must have pulled them out of the dryer and put them some place and I can’t get ahold of him to ask him where they are.
So I decide to take a break and chill for a minute and check my email… And I had an email from the girl who is supposed to be coming to help me with the shower tomorrow. She has a stomach virus and won’t be able to come at all. So now I am sitting on my couch all hysterical and I have no idea what to even do with myself. And I figured that the bees would at least be able to sympathize with me.
…And I’m PMSing.
Post # 3
You are so sweet to throw a shower for your friend. Truly 🙂
what a cop out by the other girl coming to help you—-and to just send you an email about it!! What if you hadn’t checked it! Not acceptable!
I feel you pain little lady- for reals. But just take a few deep breaths. And it will all come together. No one is expecting a Martha Stewart shower- just some fun girl time. And For the record, any cheesecake, including a deflated one will get eaten by a bunch of ladies! 🙂
Relax, get some paper plates, put some fruit on top of your fallen cheesecake and a smile on your face and no one will be the wiser.
Post # 4
Don’t worry– if the water doesn’t come back on soon, you can just wait for all the girls to show up at your apartment tomorrow, and then move everyone to a restaurant or something. And you are super nice for hosting the shower; I hope she and the Fiance really appreciate it.
Post # 5
beesknees! You’re a genius. Fruit is exactly what I need for my sad mess of a cheesecake. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it!
Post # 6
Oh, I’m so sorry! I hate when a whole bunch of crap like that happens all at once. Just take a breath, and don’t worry. The other bees are right, you are very sweet to throw your friend a shower and she will appreciate that, fallen cheesecakes, dirty dishes and all. And you’ll see, the shower will turn out great. Just remember to laugh.
Post # 7
Man tonight stinks for you…but I’m sure tomorrow it will all come together! Is there anyone else that is coming to the shower and can help you set up? You seem like a great person for offering to host this shower, you have lots of good karma coming back your way really soon. Good luck!!
Post # 8
I once ate cheesecake that had fallen flat on the floor. I’m sure a fallen one will be better than that!
Post # 9
Snmcdowell – bahaha….that comment was funny.
Prettykatie – i bet that friend really appreciate the fact that you organized a shower for her…even if it’s not perfect in your eyes. You are such a great friend.
Post # 10
Thank you guys for the encouragement! It means a lot. I went to hell-mart and got some fruit and whipped cream to cover up my fugly cheesecake. I filled the dishwasher as full as it could possibly get and shut the door, because no one but me will ever know that all of the dishes in there are dirty. Got some paper plates and cups and a pint of ice cream (for me!) and I poured myself a stiff drink. So I’m feeling a bit better. I’ll let you all know how it goes tomorrow!