Hoilday party #1

Well, I went to that holiday party at the franklin institute last night. It was actually a ton of fun. Well, honestly the party sucked. It was catered by Frog Commisary (enough said for the food) and instead of having a real DJ the just got a Kareoke machiene. I adore kareoke, and I also love to dance and stuff, so I was kickin' it old school. *Ew, did I just say that?*

That was just fine for me. I showed up by myself, and kinda hung around for the first 10 minutes I was there. I got a wine spritzer (sorta, It was more like wine with sprite in it, wine is nasty) some veggies and blue cheese dressing and watched all the old folks sit around and rot. Yes, there was a very large group of old folks, was there with Trice (very fun girl-- scorpio monkey-- 'nuff said.) and I met all of her co-workers. They are some crazy folks too.

Wil was there, and he invited Gabi, who seemed not to enjoy the party. I never took her as much of the "Party" kind of girl, but I'm glad that he got her out of the house, because I'm sure she hasn't been going much of anywhere. I talked to Wil for a while, and I was kind of disapointed that Gabi was there-- not because of her mere presence, but because with her there, I knew that he wouldn't get his party on. --As they say. I wanted to see him dance, and I really wanted gabi to do kareoke. Neither of these things occured, and I didn't care because I was busy embarrasing Trice and dancing with "Rhythmless white boy."

I realized something about myself when I was there. Well, more like some things, you know-- plural.