Catching up

I went to DH's Christmas Party last Friday night.

( Getting dressed )

We get to the party (after realizing that between printing the map DH had and the party, the city had renamed a few of the streets, making it just a tad bit difficult to find the place) and I realize that even in the sloppy chic middle class stuff I'm wearing, with my ten minute hair-do, I'm still slightly overdressed for some of these people. Apparently, not everyone has read my book.

( The Par-tay )

I informed him that he could scoot his scrawny little behind and that of his skanky ass girlfriend on down the table a bit because My Husband and I had been setting here for Two Hellacious hours already and if he couldn't be bothered to sit his Ass down before now it isn't wasn't my problem. Biatch. Only I was polite.

I did get my dinner at Shogun, though. And then I got to rent the movie of my choice, which meant something low budget and stupid with gratuitous gore. That's right, we rented El Chupacbra. For those of you who do not actually know me, let me just paint a small mental picture for you. Two nicely dressed people (the woman looking fine, if I do say so myself) standing in the Horror aisle at the local rental place. As if on cue, they both speak at the same time, with matching hand gestures reminiscent of wiggly vampire fangs near the mouth, loudly proclaiming "El Chupacbra: The Mexican Goat Sucker" and then make noises similar to Hannibal Lector discussing some fava beans and a nice chianti.

Had a discussion with DH (which I will spare you) that involved the words "whiner", "sloughing off", "sniffles" and "poopshoot". I could explain, but I don't think it would help matters any.

Catching up

I went to DH's Christmas Party last Friday night.

( Getting dressed )

We get to the party (after realizing that between printing the map DH had and the party, the city had renamed a few of the streets, making it just a tad bit difficult to find the place) and I realize that even in the sloppy chic middle class stuff I'm wearing, with my ten minute hair-do, I'm still slightly overdressed for some of these people. Apparently, not everyone has read my book.

( The Par-tay )

I informed him that he could scoot his scrawny little behind and that of his skanky ass girlfriend on down the table a bit because My Husband and I had been setting here for Two Hellacious hours already and if he couldn't be bothered to sit his Ass down before now it isn't wasn't my problem. Biatch. Only I was polite.

I did get my dinner at Shogun, though. And then I got to rent the movie of my choice, which meant something low budget and stupid with gratuitous gore. That's right, we rented El Chupacbra. For those of you who do not actually know me, let me just paint a small mental picture for you. Two nicely dressed people (the woman looking fine, if I do say so myself) standing in the Horror aisle at the local rental place. As if on cue, they both speak at the same time, with matching hand gestures reminiscent of wiggly vampire fangs near the mouth, loudly proclaiming "El Chupacbra: The Mexican Goat Sucker" and then make noises similar to Hannibal Lector discussing some fava beans and a nice chianti.

Had a discussion with DH (which I will spare you) that involved the words "whiner", "sloughing off", "sniffles" and "poopshoot". I could explain, but I don't think it would help matters any.