FROM the weekend!!
Let me just start by saying that Saturday's Christmas/Year End "Lunch" was fantastic! Really just excellent!
I out did myself too. My friends call me "Florence" because I have a tendency to nurse my drinks. I enjoy alcohol, I just don't do too well at drinking it quickly. I prefer to sip on them and as a result I normally have one drink to everyone elses 4th.
I started drinking at midday and ended at midnight! What a jol!! Shooters were flying and I did very well by not even feeling a little drunk. Total lie, ok, but I wasn't cotching my lungs out and passed out in a compromising position like some people I know! Or so I thought... I woke up on Sunday morning feeling like a truck had used my head as a speed bump...slowly driving forwards and backwards. I had a missed call on my phone and listened to the voice mail.
"Blondie!!! Wow! You're just one big party gal aren't you? Holy shit girl. You had us all in stitches! Thanks for the jol!"
How was I funny? What did I do? I couldn't think of anything that particularly stood out but then again the only thing racing through my brain was a small painful thud-thud; thud-thud; thud-thud. I popped 2 old faithfuls (Grandpa tablets) and went in search of a greasy breakfast.
What did I do? What did I do? What did I do? I kept muttering to myself over and over.
I thought I was rather well behaved.
I numbly sat watchin TV and slowly but surely (after a few hours) little patches started emerging.
Oh. Dear. God!
I think I sat blushing on the couch for a good half an hour.
I think I pretended to be a rockstar groupie asking everyone...no, screaming out to everyone to sign my boob! I know I didn't yank it out but still! Shit shit shit shit shit.
Please don't let me have asked my boss. Pleeeeaassse!!!!!
Ah yes but I'm obviously being punished. I walk into the office today and the first person I run into would be Mr. Boss.
"Great party hey Blondie?"
I instantly go red. I really must see what I can do about removing that gland (or whatever.)
"Yes, it was awesome! Thank you!" I say, a little too eagerly.
"Have a good day...rockstar!"
I like to think of myself as a lady and not just any lady, a classy one. What is happening to me? Have I been bitten by the Silly Season Bug? BEST it be over and SOON.
PS> Ruby I'll do the meme but um... I don't have an i-pod that works (it's on my To-Do-List to fix) do CD's count? Or the radio? Hmmm... the radio could be fun, although it would take half a day to wait for each song for each Q.
PPS> Read Ruby's blog, you'll understand if you don't.
PPPS> You owe me Ruby for free advertising! LOL ;-)