Dear Diary,
Unfortunately I didn't break my record for the amount of catering done during finals week. Last year I'm pretty sure it was around 33 hours, this year only 25. Too bad. I think that I am about to have a meltdown from all of the stresses in my life. I thought that my laptop breaking this morning was bad enough. (and it looks like a hardware thing, not software. great. fabulous. sensational.) But then i went and catered a holiday party at the law school for almost NINE hours. i got done at 10 pm. giving me approximately one hour to study for my psych final before i fall over dead. one party? nine hours? that's impossible, right? oh but it's not. There is the setup, and the dinner, then drinks+dessert, and of course the clown, and the cleanup. I'm pretty sure the million china cups filled with melted ice cream and caramel was my favorite part.
Oh and one more thing for the road. being afraid of clowns is such a cliche. get over it already. please. What's so scary about a guy making balloon animals and wearing a little makeup? nothing.
Love,
Diana