I HATE SHOWERS! Everyone knows this. It's not a surprise. Still I found myself driving to one this morning... wondering what in the hell I was thinking. It dawned on me that the only reason I was going was the fact that I love the groom. He is one of my favorite people... and so I sucked it up. (I did however call him on the way to tell him that he owed me... big.) Thank goodness I found a table to sit at that was full of friends who sympathized with me and conceded that showers are indeed, awful. In my whining, I explained to them that I always felt like I was being held hostage and they agreed. We laughed at the situation and ourselves and turned it in to a great time. I actually had a really good time. (I'm still in shock.) The food was good and the company was even better. The best part of all is that there was only one game... AND I WON! If you had a sticker under your plate, you got to take home the centerpiece and I was the lucky recipient. See, now if all showers were like this, maybe I would go more often.