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.