I Found A Pinkie At A Party

Well, I just did the impossible in my eyes; I have decided to go to that party.

Now, I had another problem: What do I do at a party? What do I wear? Do I bring anything? Are people going to feel weird with me at the party? The questions kept coming in my head over and over.

I paced my room, looking at my artwork straggled all over the room and the gaming stuff in various places as I pondered these questions. Eventually, on Saturday, the day of the party, I decided to tackle each question at a time. It's a good thing my mom and sister went to work all day today so I wouldn't be bothered-or embarrassed.

First on the list: What to bring.

What do people usually bring to a party? Snacks? Noisemakers? Party balloons? I didn't have any snacks that anyone else would like besides me. Didn't have any noisemakers, either. I looked around to see if I had balloons around, eventually finding some blue balloons that were for my fifth birthday. I wonder if balloons could expire after ten years of not being used.

I took big breaths and blew. Each balloon blew up as if nothing was wrong with them. So, no problem there. Although the balloons seemed a little lame.

Bring something to party? Check.

Next on the list: what to wear?

I looked through all the closets to find something. It took an hour or two, but unfortunately, the only thing I liked looked nerdier than me.

It was a simple pair of khakis that looked worn by old men from the 50's. Then, there was a big, red button-up long-sleeved shirt with button cufflinks. I put the pants and shirt on, and felt that wasn't right. I found a brown sweater and, out of curiosity, put it over the red shirt, and, feeling rather warm, neatly rolled up the shirt's arms. It looked okay to me.

I looked around some more, and eventually found something that seemed a little fancy.

It was a simple, black bowtie, the kind waiters or magicians wear. It seemed perfect to me. I had to wear it. I put it on and straightened it out in the mirror. It looked....awesome.

But then, I looked down at the clothing underneath. I looked like a colorblind Einstein. I wanted to change it, but the party was soon.

Oh well, I thought. Not like anyone will hang out with a guy like me, anyway.

The party was soon. I was running out of time. Eventually, I decided to bring only one snack to this party (as if I wasn't going to be weird enough). I was bringing my favorite: salted peanuts roasted with honey. You know, the ones the peanut guy with the monocle sells.

Man, how geeky can I get?

I set the clothes down on my bed, carefully, for the party. I tied the balloons on the post next to it. The peanuts I set next to my bed.

Well, I thought, this isn't going to go well. Hopefully, nobody will notice me, anyway.