As requested...
My computer is going all wonky-doodles on me, so posting has been slow. Mucho apologies to those lurking and waiting for party scandal, etc.
So, Saturday was a good time. A ver ver good time. There was a party. There was a cheese ball, handmade by Suzanne (uber good work on your ball, Suzanne). There was music, and dancing, and a tipsy Free Samples. There were boys, and flirting, and a dance competition for which a trophy was one. There were 24-hour hamburgers and more poutine than you can shake a stick at. There were inflatable mattresses, and I think there was someone sleeping in the closet. Alas, there was no room at the inn for me on the bed.
A little red faced in the morning and a wee hungover. There's a wee something else that I'll keep to myself, because Lord knows, what happens at Cindie's, stays at Cindie's. Right?
6 comments:
please tell us all what you are keeping to yourself .... you know you wanna!
You cannot bait us like that. There are rules.
P.
Nope. No telling. You should have been at the party, Anonymous. Whoever you are...
oooh!!!!!!!!!! do you know what that sounds like? it sounds like that party we went to where we got drunk and danced and i kissed that gay man! and you put that note on that bed!
only the party you just went to sounds even more fun. even more!
do you want to see me at some point between december 18th and december 26th?
-jenny
It was like that party that we went to and drank WAAAY too much wine with people we knew WAAAY too little! So random! I remember that note... It said: 'Don't worry, this wet spot is water.' It really was, too. I spilt my water getting pressured by a very gay not-gay man into telling him how fabulous his belly dancing class was.
Oh no, not Edmonton's male belly-dancer extraordinaire. What a feast for the senses.
P.
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