V-Day for Narcoleptics
Last night I had a few of my lady friends over for drinks and movies. One of them presented the idea earlier in the week that we single ladies should ban together, lay low, and get wasted. Planning was not going too well, so on Friday emailed them with this...
"Dear Wymns:
I happily offer up my apt. for the movie watching and voodoo doll making."
Stroke of brilliance on my part because I'm still in a weakened state from the flu and did not have to travel; and uncharacteristically, the Q totally screwed them. Once gathered, I made salsa, they poured the drinks (I had uno bebo, throwing caution and my liver to the wind), and a boisterous round of debates ensued over such topics as Octomom (aka Octapussy), birth control, IVF, motherhood, and whatnot. Funny enough, we didn't really discuss men, much less V-Day. Hrm. Then we popped in "Wanted" and I watched in amusement as my friends promptly conked out. Leah didn't even make it through the opening scene. We old.
This morning I made coffee and we complained about the idiots we work for or with and plotted world domination.
Now I consider venturing outdoors for laundry quarters.
"Dear Wymns:
I happily offer up my apt. for the movie watching and voodoo doll making."
Stroke of brilliance on my part because I'm still in a weakened state from the flu and did not have to travel; and uncharacteristically, the Q totally screwed them. Once gathered, I made salsa, they poured the drinks (I had uno bebo, throwing caution and my liver to the wind), and a boisterous round of debates ensued over such topics as Octomom (aka Octapussy), birth control, IVF, motherhood, and whatnot. Funny enough, we didn't really discuss men, much less V-Day. Hrm. Then we popped in "Wanted" and I watched in amusement as my friends promptly conked out. Leah didn't even make it through the opening scene. We old.
This morning I made coffee and we complained about the idiots we work for or with and plotted world domination.
Now I consider venturing outdoors for laundry quarters.