Three Hours Later

Three Hours Later
“Ouch!” I exclaimed as I looked at my hand. “That’s the third time the stick poked me,” I said to my boyfriend, Phillip. I had working on the never ending shish kabob project for over 2 hours and wasn’t even half way finished. I had partied the night before, and running on four hours of sleep wasn’t helping. I sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair assembling the kabobs thinking about how unfair it was I had to decorate and prepare food for my own graduation celebration party.
I wasn’t the only one working though. Outside the tent men finally arrived to construct the giant party tent. I laughed to myself when I saw the plastic yellow and white striped tent and wondered if the neighbors thought we were selling firecrackers in the backyard. The drizzling rain was making the job more challenging for them, no doubt. “Well so much for a beautiful luau,” I said twirling the scratchy flower lei that hung around my neck.
My thoughts were ...