Ain't No Party Like A Harmon St. Party

Ok, so here are some photos from the night. Everyone was nothing but classy. That I recall at least. First: Margarita and I dance up the kitchen. In a classy way. Nate, the winner of the most swanky award. I mean, that's swanky. And Becca looks so focused at the table of magic/bad decisions.
Nate, Leslie Doug and I are probably discussing the situation in Darfur. Or Obama and Oprah.
Dan is always swave with the smart Quizzo ladies like Jane and Margarita.
Dear Robin: Thank you for capturing in one photo the awkwardness of my night. I can't imagine this being more clear. Just...wow. You are gifted friend, totally gifted.

A Recap (From What I Can Tell)

Holy Crap.

Now THAT was a weekend.

Saturday night was the Swanky Martini Christmas Party and here is what you need to know about it:

1. Just because people are dressed up doesn't mean they won't make asses of themselves

2. We are a generation who has no idea how to drink/handle liquor. We know beer and wine but liquor? Enigma. Whoa.

3. Parties may start out classy but inevitably it will distill down to booty dancing to something by Fergie or loud sing-a-longs to old Whitney.

4. We had appetizers that were called beagle dicks and schweaty balls. And we said these with straight faces. While drinking something classy and dainty.

5. That was more quadrangle (thank you Liz) drama than I wanted or needed. Thank you, Swanky Christmas Party for reminding me that I'm much better off single.

And there is much more but I'll wait to post pictures of that. Cuz pictures are needed. Or not needed actually, but help with the story. Cuz it's a little fuzzy for part of it.

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From www.gapingvoid.com. It is a good representation of what's been stewing in my head lately.