Dec 12, 2005 19:00
So Saturday night was the "office party" at Army Steve's. Knowing full well that it was just going to be another excuse for all the girls to dress provocatively, I borrowed a sexy black knee-length skirt and "flirty" heels from someone in the dorm, and slithered into a collared shirt I actually wore quite often to my dad's firm all summer, barely containing the red velvet bra underneath (that I did not wear all summer). Oh yeah, and fishnets. Then I pulled my hair back tight in a low ponytail, lots of eye makeup and my "sexy secretary" glasses. Trev surprised the hell out of me and dug out this randomly nice soft shirt and tie. We went with Phil (and Jason briefly ;-) pretty early on, so we got to see the friends we wanted to see in a smaller atmosphere than that which developed just after an hour of being there. What was great was that everyone was in character. Steve was the CEO, Mr. Balsagna, and he did a very good job at keeping up the boistrous laughter and corny jokes going. Amazingly, all the other girls were doing the cooler, Christmas sweaters and cheesy festive earrings thing, so I was the only sexy secretary I saw. As a result, I definitely got hit on a little too much to want to stick around until everyone got *really* drunk. My nametag said Laura, Secretary, but when I introduced myself, I said "Secretarial Services," because that was my actual dept. over the summer, and also cause it was funnier. Trev was an intern, and Phil was "Ito," of Tech Support. Later he got another nametag, Chester the Molester of Childcare. Hilarity ensued.
We left after a spell and went back to Middle, buzzed and silly.
Yesterday was spent bringing up a new child in The Sims and getting a massage in the lounge. Mmmm. Later I fell asleep in my beanbag chair while Trevor battled for Middle Earth. I was awakened when a whole troup of people stormed into the room, carrying Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture, and informing me that I was to play. I groggily answered many questions that were not for me, causing much frustration and confusion and gnashing of teeth. But when someone says, "running of the bulls," I respond, "Pamplona." I'm sorry, it's just reflex.
Today was spent studying my freshly-massaged little bottom off from my Astronomy exam on Thurs. I've gotten very low C's on all the tests (the only grades), and every time I do these study guides I forget that this is supposed to be an Intro class. It seems as if the stars are not in my favor. (Laughter).