2:48 a.m. - 2003-12-14
Party Central
I just got home from the old school Christmas party that two of my friends throw every year. It was great. There were a ton of people there (as always), including four babies, which is positively obscene but also hilarious. There was a great deal of pass the baby being played, and I got to see Sprout for the first time in freaking FOREVER, and he is now humungo baby - absolutely adorable and just pudge all over. Hard to believe he's eight freaking months old - it feels like yesterday that I was hanging out with his mom while she was in labour.
Even more exciting than the babies (now there's a sentence you never thought you'd see me type!) was Pug, the greatest dog in the universe. He's the dog of one of the hostesses, and he and I are buds from way back. He's the most hilarious dog ever. He snores like a mofo, he stinks to high hell, but he also likes to sleep on laps and lick noses, and I am a sucker for a pug face.
So we hung out, and watched babies go nuts for presents, and ate some very tasty food, and it was all very mellow and fun. This used to be a rip roaring drunken fest, and I don't think anyone had more than two beers tonight. But I'm ok with that. We've grown into these types of parties, where it's more about hanging out and catching up with people you haven't seen in a while, rather than getting drunk with the people you see every day.
Next weekend, though? I'm getting drunk with the people I see every day. Bring it on, baby - I'm back on the town again! Woo!
