Have Food, Will Eat

On a scale of one to awful, how terrible is it that, last night during the (very crowded and hot it could have been doubling as a sauna) party, I whipped out a Mini Luna Bar and ate it? In my defense:

1) I was REALLY hungry and we couldn't make it to the side of the room where the food was.

2) The Mini Luna Bars are very small. From a distance, it totally could have been a crab puff.

3) I opened and ate it in such a way that was covert-ish. Also, we were standing in the corner. It's not as if we were in the middle of the room.

4) I was on my second beer at that point and, since I have the tolerance of a small child, was well on my way to tipsy...and in my tipsy state, probably thought that the Mini Luna Bar would "soak up the alcohol." Whoever invented that excuse for drunk eating is totally on my list of AWESOME.

5) I was REALLY hungry, and when I am REALLY hungry, I am marginally more pleasant than a sleeping dragon who has just been poked with a stick.

In spite of my statements of defense, however, I'm pretty sure my Very Conservative Southern Grandmother might have just berated me from South Carolina. Yep. I'm totally non-classy. OOPS.