I should have known better. It was all going so well. Last night we hosted a traditional “pasta party”  for the entire high school girls’ swim team. That’s 30+ miserable aqua-girls at my house in all their hormonal, irrational beauty. I avoided these time-honored commitments throughout the four years of #1’s athletic tenure, but was sucked in for these swimmers. Here’s how a high school pre-game pasta party should work: