I Love Chocolate. Just Not on My Pants.

When you go to a party where there are a lot of bloggers in attendance, it's kind of like being Paris Hilton and walking around naked in front of paparazzi. Everyone has a camera, and everyone has a public place to post awkward pictures of you with food in your mouth.

Last night I met some fine, witty people at Tim's birthday party in the Hollywood Hills. Because the party was in the hills, I had wanted to look halfway decent when I got there. The problem was that I tempted fate and tried to party hop, even though I know that is a bad, bad idea.

First we took the kids and met some friends at our boat for the marina's annual boat parade. It was chilly and rainy but we had a good time, and we all snuggled in our cabin after watching the brightly lit boats for a while. We snacked and drank hot chocolate. Well, all is fun until someone knocks a full cup of hot chocolate into Mommy's lap. Mommy did not have alternate pants to wear to the party, so she almost didn't go. However, Auntie Lisa was going to join me and I didn't want to let her down.

I'm glad I sucked it up (my pride, not the hot chocolate from my pants, that would have required gymnastics that I am not capable of) because everyone at the party was really nice and great to talk to*, although I think I did most of the talking. Strange, since I'm usually so shy.

Somehow I got on the subject of the cookies I made for the boat party, and wound up promising that I would send some to the first three commenters on my next blog post. There, I said it. If nobody comments, I am off the hook. I dare you not to comment.

So far I haven't heard yet if any of those awkward photos have made it to the internet. Lord help me if they do. I certainly don't need to be reminded of my cocoa-covered pants.

*I also met a person who does not have a blog. I know, weird, right? Well, he's an actor. Go figure. Hi, Aaron!