Saturday night I went to a party with my sister and Aurora. A "speakeasy" themed party. Although I feel the need to point out that a few too many people got Prohibition Era United States tragically confused with the London of Charles Dickens, which resulted in a man in a top hat, and another dressed as what my sister and I could only interpret as Bob Cratchet. My favorite (and I felt most accurate) costume was the girl dressed as a bootlegger. We kicked off the night by drinking screw-top miniature bottles of champagne in the car, with Aurora insisting that we gaze at the "hill top view." We tried and failed to play Badminton. It turns out that you probably shouldn't play racket sports when you're too drunk to figure out how to jump on a trampoline. Somehow, someway, we stayed out WAY TOO LATE, and by the time I got home, stumbled drunkenly around my house, and crawled into bed, I think it was 4 am. I DON'T DO THAT. I NEVER stay out that late.
My mom called at nine Sunday morning to let me know that she was bringing Gabriel over soonish. I didn't attempt to leave my bed until she was physically at my door. Gabriel and I napped together, and then K.Dot came to visit Gabe. He brought a Christmas tree, which solved my problems. I don't really have any ornaments, so I decorated it with lights and candy canes. Gabriel and I went to bed at round about 830, and I'm still exhausted this morning. Gabriel asking why we couldn't just stay home and snuggle in bed did not help with my resolve. Not even a little bit. But here I am at work, and after today I only have 6 more days of work before I get 10 off, which will be blissful and lovely.
Is anyone else freezing their a$$ off? I swear to Jesus last week it was pleasant and warm, this week there are icicles on my car.
UPDATE: Okay so it turns out I'm not allowed to mention vagina fruit in my title and then not explain it EVEN A LITTLE in my post. Who'da thunk it? At Bob Cratchet's party on Saturday, at some point beyond the one where I became intoxicated enough to discuss the relative pros and cons of reviewing sex toys online (pros are free sex toys, cons are that this is probably considered sleezy by society in general), someone from somewhere brought in a vagina fruit to eat. Or that's what everyone was calling it; I'm willing to bet good money that it has a more sciency name somewhere out there. I tried Googling it, and do yourself a favor: Don't. Well, unless you want to learn what the peoples of the internet want to refer to as vagina fruit. Anyhow, it smelled like ass and was super hard and spiky on the outside and weirdly soft and pulpy on the inside, and it wasn't delicious, so I sort of feel like it's "party name" was insulting to the vagina.