OhmiGod, Not Another One…
Our holiday party schedule began last night. After a visit to Santa at our local coffee shop, we all met here at our place at around four for an early Happy Hour. Good grief… Then at about 7:30 we all moved over to the neighbors for a “low-key, relaxed get-together” of a few couples (with kids). Well after the initial three and a half hours of Happy Hour consisting of beer, wine and various flavours of Martinis, ”low-key” sort of goes out the window. Beer, wine and various flavours, Martinis continued…
Well, essentially two down, five to go. I’m shooting a wedding this afternoon, so that gets thrown on the list of parties we have going on between now and Christmas Day. If there’s people and liquid favours, it qualifies.
I am not, nor have I ever been, a partier. Though since house fiasco 2007 and our subsequent and very fortunate extrication, I have lately been known to enjoy perhaps more than a nip or two…
After the wedding this afternoon, we are off to what will surely be another hummmm-dinger, given that this is not your typical BYOB/BYOF kind of gig. Our friends are going all out: food, booze, food, booze, great food and more booze. I think there will be a turkey involved. I’m not sure I’m up for it. However, since I like them a lot, I will make a very concerted effort to de-lame my sorry, now 39 year old self, and partake.
I have to keep in mind, though, hubby’s 44th is tomorrow and the expectations are high. Did I say high? What I meant was, completely unreasonable and totally, unequivocally devoid of any sense of reality. I will need every ounce of energy I can muster to be sure he is pampered, worshipped and honoured in the manner he would so really love to become accustomed. This… this is a challenge I’m not sure I’m up for…
