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Surviving the Firm Holiday Party

It is once again that time of year where I don my cutest party dresses for some yuletide themed eggnog laden Jesus sanctioned debauchery.
The first major event of the Season:: My Firm’s holiday bash.
This year’s holiday party was a bigger deal than usual, as my boss had decided to stage a fuck-the-recession style blow-out at a super swank newly minted Beverly Hills hotel.  Not only were 70 of my dear co-workers in attendance, but so too were 230 of our most important clients.
A situation such as this, in which music, alcohol, people I like [or strongly dislike] and my nervous energy are combined, generally ends up in sheer disaster for me.  But after a lesson hard learned [see Bitches Talk Shit], I decided to do my damnedest to maintain some semblance of decorum this year.  And while this made the party considerably less climactic, I did succeed [mostly].
Highlights and lessons below.
1:: Two unrelated people told me that I looked like Bridget Bardot, which is completely not true, but still the nicest compliment I think I have ever received.  It is now my mission to avoid seeing any documentation of this event, as surely any photographic or video evidence will only drive home how unlike Bridget Bardot I actually look.
2:: A girl I worked with whom I thought I didn’t like, I actually do like.  In fact, I am just a people liker, I have decided.  I like this about myself.  What I don’t like is that I said some not nice things about her before I decided I liked her.
3:: While I realize that I’d have had more fun had I gotten drunker and stayed out later like many other of my cohorts did, and while I do feel like I missed out some, driving to work on Monday not being mortified about something I said/did was refreshing.
4:: Seeing cell phone video of my friend going an impromptu singing performance on stage really drove home the benefit of non-mortification.
5:: Cell phone video is the death of fun.
All in all, the party was a success, though slighted underwhelmed.  I had fun without having TOO much fun.  And apparently, I looked pretty damn good doing it.
In other news::
I followed my gut [and my readers’ advice] and called Ratatouille.  After all his efforts in attempting to convince me that I ought to give him another chance, he has failed to call me back.  Hope you didn’t get too attached to his tag, readers, because into the graveyard of men he goes.

Boo, roommates.

As I previously mentioned, my roommate is moving back to Arizona because “she is really, really, ill” [but really, me thinks, because she is getting back together with her ex-hubby].  She was supposed to move back last weekend, but instead, she stayed in Arizona [where she is allegedly “getting treatment for her really, really, bad illness” but more likely, she is getting busy with her ex-husband]*.
Thinking she would be gone by now [Why, god, why?  Why have I need forced to live with two consecutive loons??], I invited a bunch of people over to my house this Saturday for a little get together, Diet Coke style [aka – for booze].  When Monday rolled around and she had not moved, I sent her an email that said something to the effect of the following:: Hey, hope you are ok.  Not sure when you are moving, but I am having some people over on Saturday, so to the extent that you could not be moving on Saturday, that would be awesome. 
She replies that she and her mom and some fellow named John [ex husband??] are coming down to LA tonight and moving this weekend – aka Saturday.  They are naturally, staying at the house  [???!!!].
So basically, I am having a party on Saturday with a bunch of my favorite girlfriends, my annoying roomie that I have to beg my friends to tolerate, her mom, and possibly her ex-husband. 
And to make matters worse, she wrote me a rent check a couple weeks ago that bounced, which she has neglected to address.  So also, I get to ask her for money.  Unfortunately, I have to have some strange affliction that makes it really difficult [practically impossible, actually] for me to ask people to pay me back money they owe me.
In a nut shell, I am stressed.  Like, really, really fucking stressed. 
* To be fair, my roommate does suffer from endimetriosis .  And from what I hear, endimetriosis is a painful condition.   

Partying with the Olds.

Lately, my parents have been complaining that I don’t see them enough, which allegedly worries them. Trust me, I see them plenty. But I know that if I don’t start putting in more time, they will resort to their phone call tag team tactics, the unannounced stop-by, or worse even.* Given the horrors I have been forced to endure when my parents start to worry, I couldn’t take the risk. Since THEIR [my parents have a more active social life than I do] weekend was booked up, it was agreed that I would accompany them tonight to a party at my mom’s friend’s house.
I showed up to the party around eight. Upon my arrival, I found all the Olds wasted. Drunk! At eight! On a school night!! As I made the rounds to say hello, and my mom and a member of her bestie circle came charging at me with a teacup filled with tequila. They were doing shots! On a school night!! I refused the tequila on the basis that I have to report to work early the next morning, at which point my dad accused me of being boring.

My dad is 72 years old. And he thinks that I am boring. This is very distressing.

A couple hours or so after my arrival, the music volume started creeping up. Before I knew it, a group of the Olds [my mom being the team ring leader, as always] were gleefully dancing about. Of course, they wanted me to dance about with them. I started doing a half-assed hip swirl to quite them done, but quickly realized that I can’t hang with those ladies. They are far better dancers than I am! Plus, I knew it would be only a matter of minutes before talk of setting me up with so-and-so’s son or such-and-such’s nephew began. So instead, I escaped the dance circle, blew off some hasty goodbye kissed and sprinted for my car.

But I tell you, strange as the experience was, seeing my mom and her friends dancing, laughing, drinking and obviously having a really awesome time, made me – for the first time ever – unafraid of getting old. Momentarily at least.

[I know I used a lot of exclamation points, but it isn’t every day you confirm that your parents are infinitely cooler than you could ever hope to be]
* Once, after returning to NYC after Christmas break in Los Angeles, I called my parents from the taxi to let them know that I had arrived safe. I had flown with my then boyfriend, so I assumed they wouldn’t be worried about the taxi cab driver murdering me en route. Turns out, they worried. So much so, that when they didn’t hear from me for two days [my phone was dead, charger left back in LA], my dad called the DEAN of the law school to check up on me. I was called into his office and told to call my parents more often because they love me and are worried about me. Oh god. The horror.

Parties are fun.

I have not yet quite recovered from last nights debaucheries, but tonight’s party [at Chuck e Cheeses!!!/Medusa Lounge] calls. And when a party calls, I generally answer.

I am slightly nervous about the evening ahead, as I am hanging with some friends I have not seen in a while, and one potential attendee has some probs with me. We shall see.

May the force be with me.

Will provide deets tomorrow.

The last few days have been a frenzy.

The last few days, beginning as of last Friday, have been a whirlwind. There have been moments of bliss proceeded by serious lows proceeded by joy and then sadness again. As I sit on my couch right now, I feel incredibly lucky, a little sad, tired as hell, stressed about the day that awaits me tomorrow at the office and like I want to burst into tears for no real reason.

Rather then get into the nitty gritty, I will present you with the highlights:

High Points

:: New Years Eve Party (Whohoo!) was a blast. I reconnected with some friends I have not seen in a while, I realized how awesome other friends are and that I should be hanging out with them more and just had a lovely time overall. And best of all – a Certain Someone was kind enough to help me with the clean up this morning. And let me tell you, there was a LOT to clean up. It seems that not a single person threw a single item in the trash the entirety of the party.

:: Dinner with a Certain Someone at a lovely place called Lou, which looks like a crack den from the outside (true story). The experience, however, was a thin slice of heaven. The Lentil Stew I ate still makes my mouth water. The “pig candy”? Simply brilliant. A bottomless supply of glorious wines with fun to say names. Great company. And best of all – within walking distance.

Low Points

:: Evil Troll told me that she is moving out of our place. Which for me, basically means Craigslist City. As in, I have to find a stranger to live with which totally freaks me out. It also means a further blow to a friendship that is already teetering on the brink of oblivion (I like to be dramatic sometimes).

:: Right now. I feel a strange sadness at this moment. Maybe because it’s the day after a lot of fun, and I know tomorrow I have to return to the grind of life and work. Work mostly – as I have so much of it to do (in fact, I am supposed to be doing it right now, but clearly am not). Also, I seem to have hit the first bump in the road with a Certain Someone. I think everything is okay, but it still scares me a little that maybe they aren’t. And also, I have to deal with the Low Point mentioned above. Ugh.


I expect things may be a little rough the next few days and I am doing my best to try to prepare myself for what may come. Still, I am very optimistic for what the next year will bring. I am determined to stay focused on the great many wonderful things in my life and not get bogged down in the rest of the madness.


I have been told that the color choices I have made of late with respect to this here blog are hideous. Do people agree?

Year in Review: Lessons I’ve Leaned Part I.

The year has yet to end, but the inevitable truths keep piling up. I figured I better get a jump on the new year and start my Year In Review with Lessons I’ve Learned, presented in two parts.

Lesson 1: I have an overactive imagination that causes me to think of insane, and sometimes accurate, scenarios

If something happens that is a little odd, I automatically assume that some real strange shit is about to go down. Case in point, last Friday (as in Friday before Christmas when no person in their right mind would share bad news with another person) I get a call from my Boss’s assistant that the Boss wishes to meet with me before the end of the day. This is strange because it has never happened before. True, I have only worked at the fine establishment at which I am employed for a mere two months, but still. Rule of thumb: Big Boss wants to talk, you worry. Plus the whole call had this ominous tone to it (really, it was an email, but whatever). Things that run through my brain (in order): OMGomgomgOMG!!?? I am in big trouble. I am fired. I am going to be reprimanded for reading and occasionally writing blogs at work. I am going to have to work over Christmas. OMGOMGOMG!!! Never did I consider that perhaps it could be something positive. And what was it? Something positive. Conclusion: I am an idiot, and a jumper to negative conclusions and/or extraordinary imaginings.

Second case in point, about a month ago I awake to find my Roomie (aka former Bestie*) has segregated our fridge (literally, we have a side by side and she moved all my stuff to one side and all of her stuff to one side. Strange, yes. True? Sadly, also yes). What do I think? I think of her action as a hostile declaration as to our friendship, her opinion of my choice in milk (I like vanilla soy, she unsweetened almond) and a whole plethora of other bad nasty things. Reality: Err, I was actually kind of on target with this one. While there were excuses made as to why our perishables could not happily co-exist, the truth was more or less what I had imagined. Conclusion: I may be crazy, but sometimes I am right.

Lesson 2: I am a very bad driver.

I actually knew this long before the dawn of the new year. 2007, however, reaffirmed my suspicion. Thirce. Conclusion: Poles, people and pets in the greater Los Angeles area (particularly those along the stretch of Beverly Blvd. from Downtown to Beverly Hills) ought not rest easy until I have earned, won or divorced my way into enough money to hire a driver.

Lesson 3: Most of the things that I have been upset about in 2007 (and in life) are stupid.

Case in point. I shed a good many tears over a certain guy I had dated earlier in the year who was a total jackass. Really. A total jackass. I exaggerate not on this one. Fast forward to now. How often do I think about this guy? Only when I try to reflect on the last year and think about what I learned. Thinking about him doesn’t make me wish that I had never met him. Because the truth is, it was fun – kind of a lot of fun. What I do wish is that after it was over, I had not wasted my energy being sad about it. Such is the case with most things in my life. Conclusion: I cry too much about dumb stuff.

Lesson 4: I am a waster of money.

A few months ago I ordered 40 dollars worth of food from Poquito Mas just so I could get one burrito delivered. If I was a country, I would be one with deficits. Big ones. Conclusion: I am a jackass when it comes to money, and perhaps otherwise too.

Lesson 5: I love parties more than just about anything else.

Really, nothing gets me excited like the notion of a party. Whether it is one that I am planning or merely one that I am attending – I love me the parties. The socializing, the people old and new, the friends, the laughter, the anticipation, the unabashed drunkenness. Yes please, can I have another? Conclusion: I am going to make a concerted effort to attend and host more parties in 2008, starting with a New Years Eve Party (whohoo!).

Lesson 6: I am a lucky daughter of a gun.

Really, thinking of it brings big salty tears to me eyes. Perhaps this is in large part to a lovely weekend I just spend with dear friends and family, but D-A-M-N, I am lucky girl. To have so many people in my life that are as glorious as they are, and to be STILL lucky enough to be meeting new people who may be equally glorious. It’s just so – nice. Any by nice, I mean totally fucking amazingly awesome. Conclusion: No matter what is going wrong, as something inevitably will be at all times, I have to remember the lucky me part.

Part II of lessons learned to follow in time.

* Earlier in the year I wrote an entry discussing the latest in my situation with Roomie and how upset I was about everything that had transpired. I then promptly deleted it because I felt guilty knocking our friendship (or maybe I didn’t want to admit for very long that things are irreparably** damaged). But the more I think about it, the more I remember that the whole point of my starting this blog, and then keeping it anonymous (no person in my day to day life knows of its existence except for Certain Someone) was that so I can write honestly and unafraid of what others think of my thoughts and ideas. If I have to censor myself, that defeats the whole purpose. So even though it still feels a little strange, I am going to go ahead and put it all out there. Again.

** When I say “irreparablydamaged, I am not really sure if I mean it.

loving, living, driving (badly), laughing, growing, losing, crying, smiling, winning, learning, watching tv, calorie counting and thriving. in LA.


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