Last year my friend hosted a Girls Night In for the Cancer Council. I was invited to the event, however I hardly remember it. The only thing I do remember was donating. This year as I completed my tax return and claimed my deduction, I even demanded of my friend, “How come you didn’t invite me?!” Such is the state of my memory.
This year, on account of her prior year efforts, the Cancer Council took the initiative and sent her a Girls Night In package. So my friend hosted another girly event, this time more for herself (housewarming) rather than for the Cancer Council.
I arrived early to help bake the cakes and make the sandwiches. Just as her father vacated the place, we offered him some curried egg sandwiches for breakfast, but he steadfastly refused on the grounds it was too girly. If curried egg sandwiches are too girly, then he obviously has not witnessed 8 20 something year olds sitting around a coffee table mounted with cake, all painting their nails in a myriad of colours.