Next time, knock

Thursday night I headed out to Christie's house for her Pampered Chef party. It was dark and I couldn't find her house. So I parked. And with Sophia and Selena started walking up the street looking for her house number. Well, I left her address in my car, but Sophia said she remembered it and pointed to the house with the number she thought it was. So we walked up and I could hear women talking, so I looked in the window and saw the Food Chopper on a table. Well, thank goodness, we found it. So we walk up to the door. Not wanting to disturb the host's presentation, I just walk in without knocking. I let Sophia and Selena in first, then I follow behind.
As I look around the room of women sitting there, I don't see one familiar face -- not one. I'm thinking, where are all the women from church and who are these people? They, in turn, are looking at me like, "Who are you?" Then a lady walks towards me. I said, "Is this Christie's house?"
"Oh, no" she tells me. Christie lives two doors down and just happens to be having a Pampered Chef party that night also. Yes, I had just walked into a stranger's house without knocking. But what are the chances of two parties on the same night next door to each other? There should be a rule against that. The ladies were very sweet and even invited us to stay at their party, but I scurried off to find Christie. Thankfully I did.
Then with both of our significant others out of state, Christie and I had a fun Friday night of yummy Mexican food, yacking like teenage girls and shopping at the Mills where I rounded down the prices of clothes and she rounded up. Fun night!