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.