Saturday night I had a pre-thanksgiving day party with my friends from The Agency. We arrived fashionably late with dessert, dog and Brett's fresh military hair cut. Not many of the girls from work have met Brett so they were all in for some good staring.. umm talking. Brett got some good ego boosting comments - that he obviously remembered and tortured me with the next day. "So I'm hot Brett huh?" "Maureen says that I could have done better... whatcha think?"
We ate, we drank, we sang Celine Dion songs (don't ask) and we had a blast. The dog ran around all day trying to find stuff on the floor that was dropped. We will be sending a bill to the hosts for our dog's carpet cleaning services next week. There was a lively game of Kings in which CN blurted out "Touched by an Angel" as a Madonna song. I also apparently though that a rhyme for "His name was Bob" was "I needed to lob - it off". Apparently that didn't rhyme. I didn't understand why. hehe
Several hours into the night we walked to the bar where some other good quotes were said. One of them by the other host was "If this girl lost 60 pounds she would probably be cute" to the girl he was playing (read: flirting) a video game with. Brett loved my work friends. He always felt like he was missing out since he didn't know this new crew. He was part of the old tradition at The Agency but most of those people were long gone and make a crap load more money than I do at their jobs in SF, NY and at Yahoo!/MSN.
At the end of the night we came back to pick up the dog at the host's apartment. We had locked Billie Jean in the kitchen. Of course our dog was not OK with being left in the kitchen. She could NOT sleep on tile! So she slammed herself into the bedroom and passed out on the covered chair. We found her sleeping on her back like she was drunk. She might have been....
We ate, we drank, we sang Celine Dion songs (don't ask) and we had a blast. The dog ran around all day trying to find stuff on the floor that was dropped. We will be sending a bill to the hosts for our dog's carpet cleaning services next week. There was a lively game of Kings in which CN blurted out "Touched by an Angel" as a Madonna song. I also apparently though that a rhyme for "His name was Bob" was "I needed to lob - it off". Apparently that didn't rhyme. I didn't understand why. hehe
Several hours into the night we walked to the bar where some other good quotes were said. One of them by the other host was "If this girl lost 60 pounds she would probably be cute" to the girl he was playing (read: flirting) a video game with. Brett loved my work friends. He always felt like he was missing out since he didn't know this new crew. He was part of the old tradition at The Agency but most of those people were long gone and make a crap load more money than I do at their jobs in SF, NY and at Yahoo!/MSN.
At the end of the night we came back to pick up the dog at the host's apartment. We had locked Billie Jean in the kitchen. Of course our dog was not OK with being left in the kitchen. She could NOT sleep on tile! So she slammed herself into the bedroom and passed out on the covered chair. We found her sleeping on her back like she was drunk. She might have been....
All in all a great night. Thanks to all! Esp to MB and The Meat for being great hosts!
1 comment:
OK first, I never go to your actual blog site because you're in my Reader. So I first notice that you changed your template. Then I noticed your disclaimer that I may be your only reader :) You make me laugh!
And second, your excursions always sound waaaay more fun than mine. Oh wait. I don't go out. That's why I'm boring.
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