Me, a get together. . . hilarity will surely follow.

I know I changed blog addresses. . . but I'll just post it in both places. Give my millions of fans some choice.

Anyways, last Sunday after what was probably a cleaning-product induced momentary lapse of reason, I decided to invite the entire staff to a 'get together' at my minuscule bachelorette apartment. Did I think this through? Not really? Do I regret it? Absolutely not! BUT I was thinking that if I'm bored, I should do something about it. This sure is something.

Now, I pretty much knew beforehand that it would be a max of about 15 people, if everyone I thought might come came. However, seeing as it was such short notice, quite a few colleagues had prior plans. As of today at work, there should be about ten or eleven, if nobody bails. I do foresee a few bails. . .

Anyone who has known me for any period of time knows that this is an overwhelming feat for a lazy slob. But I can do it! Wine and beer have been purchased (twice was I asked for i.d. . . it will never end) and I chopped veggies and prepared dip. I even bought vegetarian cocktail weenies. I didn't really tell anyone that I wouldn't be serving meat, but, well, I won't be. I'm not doing total vegan, and I must admit I sampled the dip and cheese. Mmm.

I even bought napkins, new glasses, and Christmas (or Jul) decorations and a few candles!

Tomorrow: the big clean. Even though I cleaned last weekend, it's not 'guest-clean.'
I'll have to run a few errands, perhaps briefly run to the gym, and then put the final touchings on this apartment.

I keep picturing when Bridget Jones throws the dinner party and she thinks she has her shit together, but then ends up with blue soup. Thankfully, I'm not making soup!

This week I had two separate dinners with work friends, and that was great!

In other news, teaching is going fine, however, being a role model for pre-adolescent youths who can instantly switch to any of four other languages I don't understand can be trying.

I can't wait to touch down in Canada, and to sleep in an actual bed (not a couch-bed hybrid).

The 18th. . . all roads lead to the 18th! Will Jangles remember me?