A social life!

I suppose for most people, December is always a whirlwind of social engagements: office parties, caroling, decking the halls, etc. But this has been the first year that I myself have been caught in the storm. Every time I turn around there's another social engagement and a chance to wear a dress. And I loves it.

Something you should know about me-- I own more dresses than it is possible for one girl to wear. Somewhere along the line I decided I was a short, curvy version of Paris Hilton and started shopping accordingly. Note: I am not a short, curvy Paris Hilton.

But non-Paris-Hilton status aside, I have actually been taking my dresses out this month. There was the Nutcracker with Kelly, Ireland's office Christmas party, ice skating (I wore pants, but it was a festive occasion, none the less). I've been a mite busy overindulging in eggnog* and have plum forgot to buy presents. And have also spent all my money on mulled wine.**

This post... has no point really. Just for posterity's sake. So one day when I am old and gray and weigh 9,000 lbs, I will look back and say "ah-ha! I had a social life! No job and no money, but abundant opportunities to ingest alcohol!" And isn't that what the holidays are all about?



*Not really. Eggnog's gross. I've been overindulging on Christmas cookies.
** Also gross. My money has been spent on beer. And taxi fare to the places that serve me beer.

All right...

I'm trying to get the feel for this new bloggy-like thing. So, some things.

I was in LA this weekend. Myself and the K's went to see Ben Folds at the Wiltern. Aaaaaah! That is the sound of angels singing and blessing Ben Folds. So brilliant. So talented. So very wedded.

I am currently job searching in San Francisco. And looking at pictures of New Zealand and missing it terribly. I really didn't appreciate NZ while I was there, especially during the first few months. It was winter. In July. I couldn't cope.

But! It's so pretty! And ocean-y!

Okay.... I will work on transitions later when I actually have readers. For now I can just. Stop. Writing.

First!

First post on blogger. Free time is a dangerous thing.