Monday, October 26, 2009

Party Pooper

You can just call me the Party Pooper, although it wasn't entirely my fault. I was so excited to meet the crazy, witty, wonderful ladies of Aiming Low tonight but my boss had other plans for my night. I ended up getting home really late from work and thought about rushing over to the Sheraton for the last hour of the party but decided to just stay home.

I cried into a big tall glass of pear vodka and raspberry crystal light and had a little pity party for myself. I hope the Aiming Low crew comes back to Boston someday soon so I can show them where to get the best clam chowdah. I'm sure the party at the Sheraton rocked and I'm so sorry I missed it.

If I get my pink slip tomorrow I'll meet you in NYC.


  1. I cant even tell you how many things I have missed out on because of my job. My friend and coworker had the flu last week yet had to come in while sick and also work over the weekend. WORK SUCKS! I am so sorry that you have to miss out on things that you would enjoy and things most people are able to enjoy.

  2. Oh, no! What a shame - bleddy work!


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