Never Crash An Embassy Party
There was lots, I mean LOTS, of booze and insanely good food but those two things don’t make up for the elevator music/smooth jazz and how boring the party was. All the guest are old diplomats or youngish diplomat sons and they’re no fun. A couple of guys who were pretty easy on the eyes were giving me and my friends the eye, but I’m still hung up on my teacher ( who was there, looking awesome in a suit, with his wife) sooooo I wasn’t to eager to go and talk to them and my friends were just too shy.
The party was held in the ambassador’s house, in his garden to be precise, and do you know what happens when you wear heels on a mushy lawn? The heel of the shoe sinks into the ground. Needless to say my shoes are covered in mud. But even though the party was a major snooze and having to watch my teacher with his wife I had fun. I really liked getting all dressed up and behaving like a lady. Plus the ambassador is friends with the funniest people and he makes some good jokes too.
