Memoir Monday

I got to the party late, at night. I took off my sweater, took my phone out of my pocket. I didn't even have time to look back before miguel poured the freezing cold bucket of water on my head. I remembered that i was suppposed to bring extra clothes and a towel. Crap, I forgot. I stood there with water trickling down my neck and into my shirt. Not long after, the cake was brought out at which point everybody was throwing cake around, and I was the main target. Then i remembered again, the invitation, bring extra clothes and a towel. So I stood there, wet, cold, and with my shirt smelling of chocolate frosting. Maybe next time I should listen to instructions.