Hello all,
Greetings from the couch. Dad is home this week from work and the good times just keep on coming. He is working his way through some straight to TV movies that my brother and sister-in-law gave him. I don’t know if these movies were supposed to be a joke or what, but for any relatives of mine who read this blog:
DO NOT GIVE THEM ANY MOVIES THAT I HAVE NOT APPROVED! WE HAVE ONE TV AND I HAVE TO WATCH EVERYTHING THEY WATCH!
There is a reason these movies went straight to TV. And now I have a fun-filled week full of awkward movies. Thanks.
Last week I was invited to a holiday party and it’s been all that I have been thinking about. The name of the party is “Another Gay Christmas,” there will be gays galore and is being thrown by an old high school friend. I have been trying to find a friend/wingman to come with me so I’d have someone to talk to in case the party’s a bust or I magically turn into a wallflower. All of my friends have spouses, serious jobs, or no interest in coming with me, so I decided yesterday to have the chutzpah to go by myself. Well, today I was looking over the invite list on Facebook and who has replied yes to coming to the party……….
The guy from the bar who was on my brother’s soccer team!! Seriously!! WTF! Quit playing games with my heart!
Now I know he’s not gay and that’s not the problem, the problem is only 14 people have responded yes to going (I have not yet) and I don’t want to be stuck there like some weird townie parana, hunting for the questioning locals. I’m going to look like a crazy stalker! Even more so, the party is all the way in Indy and I can’t get too drunk (alcohol = liquid confidence = good times) because I’ll have to drive myself home. Years ago, this would not be an issue because I would either drive drunk or would bank on going home with someone. But now, I have a new car and a wardrobe of oddly tighter clothes that prove both of those options impossible.
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I would like to clarify that your brother taped those movies all on his own. I have never had the desire to see Centerstage 2....I didn't like Centerstage 1. It is Luke who has the odd obsession with movies targeted at tween girls or movies that are 10th sequel of something no one watched when it was new. Please don't lump me in with the movie tastes of my husband :)
I knew they were from Luke, but if I make it a general comment no one gets their feelings hurt. Thanks a lot Stacy, now you hurt Luke's feelings. Are you happy now?
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