That’s Stella

My dinner party on the weekend went brilliantly. There were more people than I had intended to invite. Initially it was just going to be a small affair, but when you have 30+ people in a particular group of friends (not even including school friends, uni mates and random buddies), it’s hard to narrow down an invitation list to ten. I ended up having 14 over and received “Where was my invitation to your dinner party?” remarks the next day from the rest of the 15+ who weren’t invited. It’s great having such a huge group of friends because there’s always something to do, but you’re bound to offend someone when you attempt to have a small gathering.

Before dinner the boys decided to jump in my pool and naturally, after much screaming and kicking and resistance, Brad and Ryan chucked me into the freezing pool. I knew I should’ve stayed in the kitchen finishing cooking the crackling roast pork, but I couldn’t resist the balmy summer night and it was a real treat seeing the guys and gals just lazing poolside.

After midnight most people started leaving. Adam had come around to my place earlier that day to hang out and he met my parents. I wondered why I was graced with his presence a little earlier and as I found out, it was because he too had to leave around midnight to get up early that morning. I begged him to stay. When he arrived at my place, he was looking like the first time I met him (boyish and handsome) and throughout the night I had high hopes of him staying over and going for a late night swim and toasting marshmallows outside and such. But my powers of persuasion were weak that night. Before he left and I was saying goodbye to our friends, I saw Adam doodling on a napkin and he went into my bedroom. He came out a few minutes later and I walked him to his car. We leant against his car hugging for sometime, till it hit me that Jeremy was still inside.

Jeremy ended up staying over till 4am. We just sat on my couch talking. No naughty business, especially after the following conversation:

Me – So… you’re like…. 24? 25 years old? Right?
Jeremy – what makes you say that?
Me – Well, Hunter and Brad and all that are 24. You look around mid 20s? What? Am I far off? How old are you?
Jeremy – 19
Me- WHAT!!!!!!!???????
Jeremy – What? How old are you?
Me – 21!!!!
Jeremy – Oh yeah, turning 21 this year right?
Me – NO! Turning 22!
Jeremy – Oh….
<silence>
Me – YOU’RE 19 YEARS OLD?? Are you sure?

That is awkward…
A one year younger age gap makes me cringe, let alone two!

After Jeremy left and I was about to go to bed, I opened my desk drawer to get my Blistex and there inside my drawer was a folded napkin that I assumed Adam had hidden. I unfolded the napkin and when I saw what was on it, I was in awe. There on the napkin was a picture of a funny stick man with an arrow pointing at him saying “ADAM” and a speech bubble coming out of the stickmans mouth saying,

“I LOVE STELLA”.