cowbell

well i'm home from my annual christmas party, which is really more of a banquet. it was fun. i got all dressed up swanky like. i wanted to wear my new romy boots, but concluded that my big tall brown boots would be more appropriate. they make me feel more like a lady, which always causes me to act like a lady. marilyn, frank and i had an agreement that we'd all be there just before six, but they were late and i sat there slugging back white wine wishing i'd brought my book.

i concluded i'm a bit of a strange person, i sat with the "grown-up" even though there are a lot more people my age than there once was, but i don't know any of them. i enjoyed sitting beside frank chatting it up over dinner, and talking to his wife rita – telling her about my trip to kenya. therefore i concluded that even though it may seem strange i'd prefer to sit with marilyn and frank, they are (after all) my co-workers.


marilyn's husband, santo, is this little italian man who reminds me of mario from the super mario brothers. i think its the bushy mustache. of course the office transvestite was there with the new girlfriend in tow. he/she looked quite lovely and really is a nice person. all things considered i actually find his/her girlfriend more sketchy than him/her.

i realized i'm not much of a mingler, at least not on my own. if i'm with friends, i quite like going around and chatting with people, but on my own i'm not a social butterfly. i sat there watching the people on the dance floor thinking to myself "i hope that some day i'll have a date for one of these things". i'm not much of a dancer either (i am at home, but not in public) but if i was with a date or a friend i would have liked to dance. i thought it was cute when rita got frank dancing, i didn't think i'd see the day. and felt little kid watching her parents as frank and marilyn danced together on the dance floor.

well i'm pretty tired, so i'm gonna head to bed. rita kept encouraging me to drink, so at the end of the night frank asked if i was ok to drive. i said "ya", but the fact that he asked made me wonder. so i was super careful driving home, and DID conclude if i were to get in an accident, that it would be caused simply by my regular driving and not the booze. however, it may be why i feel so drowsy.

just take a seat they're always free.