Diana the Party Crasher

Shaindy Bais Yaakov doesn't hold by the Super Bowl, and if she did, she would have made plans far in advance, as opposed to inviting herself to not one, but two parties on the big day. However, Shaindy Bais Yaakov I am not. I went to a party that had been relocated to someone's house that I had never met. As usual, I was thinking about food when I heard about this party, so I ended up making and bringing seven and a third pounds of bbq ribs to the party (which garnered me an invitation back whenever I want, besides becoming best friends with the usually shy 2-year-old, and the fun 4-year-old who is good buddies with my katan chatan). The girls seemed to be leaving this party right after half time, so I took the three ribs that were leftover, and went to share the wealth. First I called my Krispy Kreme partner-in-crime, but she wasn't answering the phone. Then I called La Principessa, who I had seen earlier today at the butcher shop. She said that she was at a mutual friend of ours house, and I said, "OK, I'm right nearby, I'll bring the ribs right over." Crashing this party could have been emotionally traumatic for me, only because sometimes I have a tough time seeing La Principessa since our big breakup, and also because Chocolate Covered Strawberry Boy was there. Which reminded me of last year's Super Bowl party, which is a very long story and may not be posted here ever. Anyway, I came out of the whole deal emotionally unscarred, and I got to play with Baby Yummy for a very long time. Look for pictures here, soon. Peace Out. Good job Steelers! And better luck next year Seahawks!