So, my little update:
Friday night was the office christmas party… which I was in charge of as one of the social committee co-chairs… man how do I seem to sign myself up for this shit all the time. Anyways it was thoroughly interesting as most office events involving an all night open, top-shelf bar can be. Everyone thought I was joking when I left work early, but this girl takes a long time to go from caterpillar to beautiful butterfly. Okay, I’m exaggerating, I went home and took a disco nap… which ended up being a good thing cause I stayed out until about 5 in the am. Apparently the pep time paid of as one of my associates, who is socially awkward to the point of shall I dare say autism introduced me to his wife by saying, “Uh, this is Sam, she doesn’t usually look this good… oh wait, that didn’t come out right… what I meant to say was that she doesn’t usually dress this nice at work… oh wait, that still didn’t come out right.” Anyway, let’s just say I looked smokin hot as usual, not that that’s a surprise. Being one of the co-hosts was excellent as the staff was super attentive… this actually became a problem once I realized that they were very nicely refilling my appletini glass without my knowledge. Rather than having a potentially embarrassing moment of me lip-synching Bette Midler’s Wind Beneath My Wings I cut myself off at two drinks… I think. So of course of all the people in the world you want to be dead sober when you are drunk… yeah, it’s probably not me because I just think that shit is hysterical. I got to see one friend bite another, another unknowingly pee on a neighborhood sculpture, and a another fall dead asleep in the middle of a loud club while my friend carried on a twenty minute monologue ‘with him’. Although I must say I am rather disappointed in myself usually I am quick enough to also document these embarrassing moments in picture form. Oh well, they will just be snapshots in my mind to get me through the days in the nursing home.
On a total opposite note has anyone seen that show on TBS called My Boys. I don’t even need to write a blog anymore cause that freakin thing is my life. A chic who works in a male dominated field, with a bunch of dude friends who give her bad dating advice over poker games. At least I have girl friends… enough to even make a girl’s night. Of course it is totally cliché and all we do is put on face masks, paint our nails in skimpy lingerie and have pillow fights… gosh, that reminds me I need to pick up some more down pillows for this week.