The worst phrase ever uttered:
The piñata is only for the kids.
My professor boyfriend has
taken me to a garden party. It turns
out to be a surprise wedding. I
wish this meant people would
stop saying garden party, but
they don’t. I stare at the piñata
sulking. Later, I take a picture
of the decapitated rainbow
donkey body and one of a little
girl with a bob wearing the broken
off head as a hat. My boyfriend
excitedly talks to former students.
I scarf down another cupcake.