Noelle threw me a shower a few weeks ago, and it was incredible. Lindsey cooked the food and we ate until we 'esploded.
I thought that the shower started at 2:00, so I planned out my day carefully to make sure I arrived exactly on time. J came into the bathroom at 1:45 when I was drying my hair and said, "What time does your shower start?"
"No, it doesn't, it started at 1:00."
An hour late to my own shower? RUDE. I felt awful. Some people had to leave early and I got to see them for 5 minutes. Stupid me. I think I gave Noelle a heart attack because I'd stopped looking at my phone while I was getting ready. In labor? In a car accident? No, just didn't know the time to my own shower.