Blogtember- Dinner Party Dread

I have decided to participate in Blogtember. It seems like something that would be pretty fun. I have no idea if I'll be able to actually do this, but I'm going to give it a try!

Today's prompt:

Creative writing day: write a (very short) fictional story that starts with this sentence:
"To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century."
The story does not necessarily need to have a conclusion - you can leave your readers wishing for more!

To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century. Knowing that this dinner party was being held in my honour, meant I couldn't skip out. I know that their hearts were in the right places, but why would 4 ladies in their 80's think a 20-something would enjoy a dinner party that involved early bird specials?

I put on my most conservative outfit, I did not want to be responsible for giving anyone heart failure. That really would've killed (ha!) this dinner party...or at least make it interesting. Anyway, conservatively dressed, I headed out to meet these sweet, walker using, hearing aid sporting ladies.

They say the early bird catches the warm. In this case, the early bird catches the oyster. Our 4 o'clock dinner started with a round of oysters, that were ordered special, just for me...the person who can't stomach seafood to the point she actually tells people she's allergic to it. Once the oysters were delivered to the table, it was revealed that none of my dinning partners liked oysters, so they were all for me. 

Not wanting to insult anyone or hurt their feelings, and knowing that this dinner party was something these ladies thought was nice to do for me, I did what any polite person would do- I ate an oyster.

This is when things really started to go downhill...