Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
no, dont put that plastic cup in our Christmas tree...
so the other day my condo threw a birthday/Christmas party for my room mate....
{-some history- before I elaborate, you have to understand that our partys are famous. They are always full, they are always tasty, and they are always fabulous. I always enjoy seeing eyes pop when the hike-boot, earth tone, "dry toast" people of Ptown walk through our door to the sexy/sophisticated scent and classy aura of our shnazy layout.}
The theme (oh yes, there is always a theme) was "White Christmas", and if I do say so myself it was one of the most pretty/romantic looking parties we have had. There was love in the air with the flash of the twinkle lights and the sparkle of cider (the 8 peices of mistletoe didnt hurt either). Yet, at the end of the night it didnt matter if we had a mother load of white chocolate dipped strawberrys. It turned into a code red Ptown bar scene......(dun dun dun)
Before I knew what was happening the karoke machine was out and all my quests turned into a chorus chanting the words to a High School Musical song. What?? Was the Frappe spiked? Was the BTS cake too much? It had gone too far. I marched in immediatley to see who could have caused this outrage..............
I would like to tell you that I chucked the white trash
contraption out into the street but.......
when the scuffle was over I had the mic in hand and was BOLTING one of my disney favorites. What can I say? I guess Ptown is rubbing off on me.
{-some history- before I elaborate, you have to understand that our partys are famous. They are always full, they are always tasty, and they are always fabulous. I always enjoy seeing eyes pop when the hike-boot, earth tone, "dry toast" people of Ptown walk through our door to the sexy/sophisticated scent and classy aura of our shnazy layout.}
The theme (oh yes, there is always a theme) was "White Christmas", and if I do say so myself it was one of the most pretty/romantic looking parties we have had. There was love in the air with the flash of the twinkle lights and the sparkle of cider (the 8 peices of mistletoe didnt hurt either). Yet, at the end of the night it didnt matter if we had a mother load of white chocolate dipped strawberrys. It turned into a code red Ptown bar scene......(dun dun dun)
Before I knew what was happening the karoke machine was out and all my quests turned into a chorus chanting the words to a High School Musical song. What?? Was the Frappe spiked? Was the BTS cake too much? It had gone too far. I marched in immediatley to see who could have caused this outrage..............
I would like to tell you that I chucked the white trash
contraption out into the street but.......
when the scuffle was over I had the mic in hand and was BOLTING one of my disney favorites. What can I say? I guess Ptown is rubbing off on me.
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