Well, we are back from the Band Awards Dessert Banquet. The awards part was awesome, I am always struck by the close relationship that the Band Directors have with our students. The Banquet part on the other hand. . . well. . . .
We walked into the cafeteria and there was this long table set up. I swear it went on for at least 2 miles! On it was stacked every flavor and form of cake, pie, cookie, and cupcake you could imagine. Then there was another table that held huge containers of wonderfully creamy Ice Cream and next to it was set out almost every type of topping you could imagine. I think I may have been in hell!
All around me people were carrying plates loaded to overflowing with gooey, rich desserts and bowls brimming with sinfully good ice cream sundaes! Everyone was laughing and talking and having a wonderful time. No one else could hear what I heard. That damn table full of desserts was calling my name.
Clear as a bell, especially the chocolate goodies, they were the loudest. "Katie, come on, just one bite. One taste won't hurt anything. One little bite won't kill you. Try me, try me, I'm yummy and good." I looked around at all of these people and wondered why no one else heard the talking food.
Probably because everyone else there was sane? Just a guess. I sat down with my back to the food table. Unfortunately, this put me facing the ice cream table, but it was the best I could do. I tried to talk to my mom and my friends that were there and tried really really hard not to look at the plates that they all had in front of them.
By the time we left, I swear I was about ready to chew my arm off; but I still hadn't touched a thing! I received a couple of weird looks and my mom kept telling me I was quiet and my eyes were funny, but other than that I think I survived very well!
I feel like I just walked through a minefield and made it safely to the other side!
awesome!
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