Glitter and such
I can't believe it! Two nights in a row, I get to hang out with people my own age! And these people, I've known for a LONG time. Tonight is our annual YHC Christmas Dinner. I have absolutely no clue who all is coming, except for me, Brad and Steve. I assume that Matt & Emily, Charlie & Lucy, Jamie & ...um, can't remember her name, and maybe Wade and his finacée/wife/girlfriend (whoever he's with now) are possible attendees. Oh, and Gil as well. I'm actually pretty darn sure about Gil, Matt and Charlie. The others, who knows.
Anyway, I feel bad because Brad accused me of being a lesbian on Thursday because I was dressing up for Girls Night on Friday, but I didn't dress up for him. So I'm trying, but I just don't feel very sexy. I'm glittery (my new Gold Dust from last night's party), and I look nice, but I just don't know if I look sexy. I might change later. I don't want to give him second-hand sexiness, by wearing the same thing as yesterday, although I may just relent. To be completely selfish and self-absorbed, I do now that I will probably be the best-looking girl there. Don't get me wrong, all of the other wives/girlfriends are very attractive, but they're, well, bigger than I am, and not just in the boobs. While size isn't everything, it does help.
Go ahead, think whatever you want. That's the really bitchy, selfish, horrible part of me speaking, saying those things that aren't supposed to be said. But hey, this is my journal and it's not like anyone is actually reading it anyway. So, who cares? Better here than in an actual paper journal that could be left out for someone to find, right? Right.
Well, I'm off. Brad and I are going to look at carpet/hardwood samples as a possible Christmas present from his parents, then to see Ocean's Twelve and maybe even get in some Christmas shopping before dinner tonight. Our reservations aren't until 8:30 so we should have plenty of time. Toodles!
Anyway, I feel bad because Brad accused me of being a lesbian on Thursday because I was dressing up for Girls Night on Friday, but I didn't dress up for him. So I'm trying, but I just don't feel very sexy. I'm glittery (my new Gold Dust from last night's party), and I look nice, but I just don't know if I look sexy. I might change later. I don't want to give him second-hand sexiness, by wearing the same thing as yesterday, although I may just relent. To be completely selfish and self-absorbed, I do now that I will probably be the best-looking girl there. Don't get me wrong, all of the other wives/girlfriends are very attractive, but they're, well, bigger than I am, and not just in the boobs. While size isn't everything, it does help.
Go ahead, think whatever you want. That's the really bitchy, selfish, horrible part of me speaking, saying those things that aren't supposed to be said. But hey, this is my journal and it's not like anyone is actually reading it anyway. So, who cares? Better here than in an actual paper journal that could be left out for someone to find, right? Right.
Well, I'm off. Brad and I are going to look at carpet/hardwood samples as a possible Christmas present from his parents, then to see Ocean's Twelve and maybe even get in some Christmas shopping before dinner tonight. Our reservations aren't until 8:30 so we should have plenty of time. Toodles!