hehe My mind went to a dirty place when I read the name of today's exercise....... Slap! Slap! C'mon, Stef! Get your mind out of the gutter! teehee
I walk down the stairs and survey the damage. In truth, it's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Of course, there are a few people camped out on my couch who I don't know. That's a little strange, but nothing appears to be broken at first glance. The TV is still intact, and no one looks to be dead or maimed. It's time to look a bit more closely, though. There are stains all over the carpet from tossed drinks, and everyone knows that beer never comes out. There are scratches on my new coffee table! Ingrates! Somehow, Silly String was introduced onto the scene, and it's sticking gracefully all across my wall.
The kitchen... Oh, the kitchen. I am never going to clean this up. Plastic cups and paper plates blanket the scene like freshly fallen snow, except it's a lot more disgusting and offensively smelling. And then in the corner... Someone obviously couldn't make it to the sink, the trashcan, or the bathroom. Speaking of the bathroom... No, I'm not going to even try to head in there right now.
Here's the question: Would it be easier to clean this myself or simply fork over the money to have someone else do it?
I've actually had an experience like this, except I had the wherewithal to clean up as the night went on instead of letting the grossness accumulate, so by morning it wasn't bad at all. There was a little trash laying around, but that was easily fixed. Granted, I was the only sober person at this party, so I guess someone had to play Mommy. hah I sometimes think I allow myself to play that role too often at parties. Of course, that also has to do with the fact that I don't like the way alcohol makes me feel, so... that automatically makes me the Designated Driver for the night. Ah, well. There could be worse things, I guess.
Well, I need to head to class. There's still lots to do in the day! :-P