Awkward at the Party

I attended a great part this last weekend, thanks Karen.  There was great food and drink of which I gleefully consumed. I had a great time all around.  All was good but for one situation that I had only recalled on the drive home and has bugged me since. To this moment I still don’t know what happened.

The situation started out as an in-depth discussion about the seedy underbelly of restaurant prep kitchens and dishwashing stations and how such an exposé would make for a great reality show (don’t steal that idea).  When @perronbrothers asked me a point blank question, I guess.  Because I didn’t hear it.  Everyone in the room came to an attentive point of silence, waiting for my response, all staring at me kindly with “dance monkey dance” eyes.  Only it didn’t even register in my ears let alone my brain.  No answer was going to formulate.  No information had penetrated.  No mental fission ignited.  We all enjoyed a surreal moment of silence.

Maybe it was the background din of the party, maybe it was the beer, or maybe that napalm Jell-O shot that I sucked down, who knows.  (By the way, those jell-O shots would make DuPont proud and should be declared a war crime)  I hate missing something, something that I know was punted directly to me and I failed because I had a temporary input device failure.  I promise, if I heard or even was aware that I was posed a question I would have knocked it out of the park.