ho ho ho
merry early xmas everybody! this weekend was holidayastic. first off was the much-vaunted holiday party at our apartment. it went off without a hitch, even though i had previously felt like i was going to die as a result of my over-indulgence at the DCist happy hour (btw, drew has got some photos of the happy hour here; i'm in the brown sweater and beige scarf). but i rallied, and decorated, and watched as jeff and tommy made fantastic egg nog, and then i proceeded to make the Worst Mulled Wine Ever, that tasted like toilet cleaner (if toilet cleaner were made with too much cheap brandy), but jeff also doctored that with just enough sugar to make it drinkable, and when i say just enough sugar, i think he maybe used like 3 pounds.
we probably had about 30 people at any given point, including my lovely ex-roommates; several awesome DCist-ers; geremy heitz, whom i hadn't seen in something like three years; jason and corbin, who announced that their wedding will be black tie, to the squeals of girls and the groans of their male friends; many of the usual suspects; and the girl to whom i must now award the Party Trooper of the Year Award, miss smith, who came to the party even though SHE HAD A 6AM FLIGHT THE NEXT MORNING AND AS I HAVE JUST NOW DISCOVERED WAS ALSO AT THE SAME TIME SUFFERING FROM A TERRIBLY INFECTED TONSIL AND STILL WILL FLY TO KIEV TOMORROW TO PROMOTE DEMOCRACY, WORLD PEACE, AND CHOCOLATE, AND SACRIFICE HER CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS. there are not enough capital letters in the world to express my amazement. anyway, i took some pictures, so i'll try to put them up this evening.
the rest of the weekend was also full of holiday parties. saturday night i attended tommy's company party, which was dinner hosted at his boss's house in vienna, and it was very nice and not at all as terrible as an occasion like that has the potential to be, and also we won an enormously ugly ceramic monkey in the white elephant gift exchange. so, you know, overall a good way to spend a saturday night. i always say that a night is wasted unless you come out of it with a green ceramic monkey who's waving his butt in the air.
sunday we attended the grays' always-excellent christmas party. this party is particularly wonderful for several reasons: 1) the food is amazing 2) the quantity of alcohol is amazing 3) since i'm part of the mid-twenties enclave of charles' friends, we don't really have to spend time with any of the adults (i mean the real adults, we are obviously still worthy of sitting at the kids' table), and we just sit in a corner and drink our heads off, and the only time we've got to move is when we want more shrimp and 4) we end up taking home massive amounts of food, because charles' parents are the best, and this year we got a whole plate of awesome petit fours from the heidelburg bakery in arlington, and about 5 bottles of extra wine. merry christmas indeed.
so it was a good weekend (and i didn't even mention the viewings of kill bill II and predator vs. alien, because do i have to even say how much better those movies have made my life?) anyway, in the rules of catherine's life, there is a particularly prominent law that states if i have a good weekend, i will soon thereafter be punished, and that terrible punishment came in the form of my 25-minute walk to work this morning. there have been times in my life where i've flittingly thought that it might be the end - driving with a particularly madcap roadster, the week-long infamous sinus infection of last year, that moment in the portapotty near the end of the marathon - but there has been no time in my almost-twenty-five years where i felt so clearly that the grim reaper was coming for me. and i was glad he was coming for me. because he has that long black robe thing, and maybe i could take it from him, and wrap my shivering body in its folds, and go over to that gutter and die.
so, dear readers, if i don't post for the rest of the week, you will know that i have probably frozen on the tundra of logan circle, but i did not go in vain, because i most likely fought that homeless guy for his last drop of schlitz malt liquor, and it was worth it.
or i'm shopping/baking/spending time with relatives. either one.
merry christmas!
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