Wednesday night, we had my holiday work party at Garage. Todd and I were uber festive in our Santa hats, and our receptionist was the life of the party. People bowled, ate, took photos, played pool and drank a lot.
While it was fun, I very much felt like I was in high school again. If it weren’t for Todd and the receptionist, I wouldn’t have had anyone to talk to. I was very much the newbie outsider.
But I’m 36 now, so it doesn’t hurt quite as bad as it used to.
On Thursday, we had our new friends Erin and Collin over for dinner. Erin and Collin are actors and movie makers, so the conversation revolved around movie talk for three hours. And I could actually keep up!
Last night was the Ugly Sweater party at Kristin and Kyle’s. We haven’t seen them since their wedding in September, so it was good to just hang and chit chat with them. It was a small group (even better) and I made a new friend. Coincidently, she writes NotMartha.com, a DYI and neat ideas blog. It’s pure porn for me. I suspect she is my long lost twin.
I also learned that her husband, Kirby Krackle’s bass player, was born in West Virginia. So we had much to chat about.
Today is all about catching up. On sleep, on cleaning, on water. Then we’re off to Rachelle’s holiday party tonight. I think I’ll go swanky. Black dress, faux fur pinkish coat. Super heels. Yes, it feels like a swanky night.