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Dec. 6th, 2003 10:02 pmXmas party for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misterglove's work. McMansion with surprisingly well-done (albeit not my style) decor. Xmas shit everywhere--santas abound. Imagining house with molding stripped off and big art on walls. Hmmm...very nice.
Nuimber of ghastly holiday sweaters: only three. The worst offender was probably also the most expensive and included both sequins and pendant santa heads like kindly, grinning polyps in addition to the loopy trim. I wore a very nice dusk purple silk-velvet top, an ankle-length black skirt, pseudo-motorcycle boots and a black cashmere wrap. I was festive, but non-specific. A pair of expensive skanks (tan, drawn-on brows, bad highlights, $150 jeans) hit on Mr. G. I told him that if he wants to get supply closet blowjobs at work, that's fine, but he has to pick women I would consider hot, and these ones wouldn't qualify. The silly thing is, he will never, ever take me up on this, and thus I will never get the stories of tawdry ilicit behavior that I so crave.
Speaking of which, I was specifically disallowed to speak of my "hobbies," i.e. porn. Mr. G has told basically everyone that I am a writer, which means that people are going to ask me what it is that I'm writing. Fortunately, the only person who pressed me on the issue of my subject matter happens to be Mr. G's least favorite person in the world. I just laughed in his face and refused to tell him, which was enjoyable in a petty way.
Flirtation possibilities were depressingly nonexistent due to context. Food was good, however. Could have stood with a toothpick eating mini sausages out of the chafing dish all night long.
I hate the holidays, but this wasn't as bad as it might have been. My hyperventilation prior to the event was, ultimately, unwarranted. It's always nice when it turns out that my hysteria is an overreaction and not an under-. Mr. G claims that I have added to his mystique, so I have served a purpose and thus earned my keep for another month. I think this was the only party I'll have to attend, and now I'm done!
misterglove's work. McMansion with surprisingly well-done (albeit not my style) decor. Xmas shit everywhere--santas abound. Imagining house with molding stripped off and big art on walls. Hmmm...very nice. Nuimber of ghastly holiday sweaters: only three. The worst offender was probably also the most expensive and included both sequins and pendant santa heads like kindly, grinning polyps in addition to the loopy trim. I wore a very nice dusk purple silk-velvet top, an ankle-length black skirt, pseudo-motorcycle boots and a black cashmere wrap. I was festive, but non-specific. A pair of expensive skanks (tan, drawn-on brows, bad highlights, $150 jeans) hit on Mr. G. I told him that if he wants to get supply closet blowjobs at work, that's fine, but he has to pick women I would consider hot, and these ones wouldn't qualify. The silly thing is, he will never, ever take me up on this, and thus I will never get the stories of tawdry ilicit behavior that I so crave.
Speaking of which, I was specifically disallowed to speak of my "hobbies," i.e. porn. Mr. G has told basically everyone that I am a writer, which means that people are going to ask me what it is that I'm writing. Fortunately, the only person who pressed me on the issue of my subject matter happens to be Mr. G's least favorite person in the world. I just laughed in his face and refused to tell him, which was enjoyable in a petty way.
Flirtation possibilities were depressingly nonexistent due to context. Food was good, however. Could have stood with a toothpick eating mini sausages out of the chafing dish all night long.
I hate the holidays, but this wasn't as bad as it might have been. My hyperventilation prior to the event was, ultimately, unwarranted. It's always nice when it turns out that my hysteria is an overreaction and not an under-. Mr. G claims that I have added to his mystique, so I have served a purpose and thus earned my keep for another month. I think this was the only party I'll have to attend, and now I'm done!
