A post on Saturday? Practically unheard of!
Excuse the extreme close of my boss and me. That was at last year's holiday party, and yes, we'd had a few too many at that point. I totally forgot to charge my phone so I wasn't able to take any pictures yesterday, but plenty of other people were, so stay tuned. I was sporting a black Bruins santa hat at yesterday's party. No one seemed to see the bruins logo in front though and kept asking me if I was bad Santa. Heh.
The party was a big success even though it started out shaky. I called the caterer at 9:30am to confirm the time of delivery which was 12:30. She said "Oh yes, delivery between 12:15 and 12:30". Perfect. Except they arrived at 11:35am. What. The. Fuck. I kinda freaked out on the poor delivery guy, who was just doing his job, so I reigned it in and accepted it. Keeping beef, fish and lamb on heaters is only going to overcook it and dry it out though! :( In the end, we started the party 15 minutes early and everyone raved about the food.....and the champagne. We ended up with Veuve Clicquot (that's French!) and lord knows how much of it I drank. I know I drank from 1pm to 5pm, and constantly had my glass refilled by the owner or his "drink elf" whenever it got to about half full. So no idea how much that would be. I do know that I have a head ache though!
Secret Santa: OMFG I finally got the gift! A giant gelt chocolate coin about the size of a small plate (kosher!) some Toblerone(kosher!) a chanukah yo-yo, that lights up and sings dradle (sp?) songs and a fuzzy pair of antler ears to wear. (recipient has to wear whatever he's given, and since i couldn't put a new yarmulke on his head antlers would have to do) This all came with a note from Santa that said something like:
You've been a good boy this year so Santa wants to remind you of your Chankuah experiences as a child. What, you didn't wear antlers for 8 nights? Enjoy, from Santa.
Blah - kinda lame but whatever. Here's the thing though. We started opening gifts at 2:30pm, early so he could leave before sundown or sabbath or whatever, and we start calling him to open the gift, and he'd already left. Biatch. Didn't even say anything, just snuck out. And the sun wasn't setting at 2:30!
Then the Secret Santa gift to me - Always a very scary thing.....It was a huge wrapped board with two envelopes attached. The big board scared me because it could be.....anything. So I open the first envelope and it says something like:
Josie, we have discovered your secret. Unwrap large package to show everyone.
In my drunk state, I start thinking about what this could be and do not like the list that pops up. At all. Dear God, Let it not be the blog. Thank you. Amen.
It was a huge (larger than a large screen tv) poster board of me, holding a 254,000,000 check for winning megamillions with people all around me. lol It was actually my face photoshopped on whoever actually won it. Very well done too. Except.....I don't know where that picture of me came from but it was ooooooold. At least 6 or 7 years old because my hair in the photo is BLONDE. ugh. I'd forgotten I went through that stage. Some people aren't meant to be blonde and I'm one of them. I looked like one of those overly blonded hispanic women...and in the picture my mouth is WIDE open, like....well, like a blow up doll. I shiat you not. I suppose they were going with the shocked look that I won the money, or perhaps just for laughs. Like I said, I don't remember THAT photo. People kept coming up to look at it saying "But that's not a picture of you!".
"Um, yeah it is. I was blonde for a little while".
"Look at the eyes, not the mouth or hair."
Plus, I got (2) $5 scratch ticketss. Ugh. I fucking hate scratch tickets. People assume because I play poker I like shiat like that. I pay enough in fucking taxes and feel no need to give any more money to the Commonwealth of Mass. Scratch tickets are another sucker game. I'm sure I mentioned playing in my poker league where the knockout bounty is a $5 scratch ticket. One night I ended up with 7 of those fucking pieces of cardboard and won nothing. I always bitch and moan about the shitty bounty so when I knocked one guy out he said 'I think I have a lucky ticket but since you don't like them, how bout I give you $5 and keep my ticket?"
He won NOTHING. But I digress. I was talking about the holiday party. Everyone had a great time, Evan, my Sugar Bear got ONE vote for cutest baby so he didn't win. *sob* You couldn't vote for your own photo or he would've gotten 2 votes. Maybe. :) My vote went to the winner who was the most ADORABLE little asian girl who was about 4 years old.
Holiday season is bad for my poker playing. No effing time. I have so much crapola yet to do but I feel like I haven't played poker in forever. I'm going to take a day off mid week....most likely Wednesday. I could do some last minute baking, cooking prep and present wrapping, OR I could go to Foxwoods and jam all the other shiat into Friday, which I also have off.
I'm thinking the latter. :)
Btw, here's some good news/bad news. I now have 34 followers! Woot! Come follow me - the best is yet to be! Okay, that's the good news. The bad news is the name of the new follower is Derek Jeter. Grrrrrrrr Someone is Bad.
"We Find the Defendants Incredibly Guilty" - This past Saturday I found myself at the Bike in glorious Bell Gardens, CA. OK, I didn't exactly "find myself" there. That implies I either had a huge epi...
5 hours ago