OHNONONO! The Company Christmas Party!

O Christ o lord, methinks I will have to start drinking now, heavily. God look upon me and forgive me the very fun sins I am about to commit this evening. I must dress up like a fool and stumble over to the boss's mansion for the hubbys Christmas par-tay.

It's four pm. We are to be there at six p.m.. Precisely why I must start drinking now. My hubby is only mildy concerned, as he knows I am well able to hold my alky-hawl, and has never seen me (well, perhaps once) less than able to main-tain myself.

I figure if I can walk and smile, while my eyes look all sparkly (really a drunken glaze) and say happy holiday to you! to all the coworkers, I am doing my job. I HATE THIS HATE THIS um, I dont wanna go! SHITSHITSHIT.

What the fuck are you supposed to talk about during this soul tearing horror of socializing? I mean, cmon, I can't point and laugh at those I have heard the good dip about, nor publicly snub those my husband feels are assholes, nor tell his boss what a jerkin fool he is. So what to say?

I can only throw caution to the wind and try to imbibe as much as possible, and eat as many shrimps as they lay out. Screw the cheap multimillionaire jerk. Im getting my moneys worth. Maybe I'll wear something slutty. Or perhaps dressing like a prudish librarian would be more fun, considering the drunken state Im sure to end up in later in the evening.

Well wish me fun.