She's a Maniac... Maaaaniac On The Floor

Because I've been such a cry baby this week I didn't think it'd be fair to drop yet another whiny bomb on you, dear readers, but it's Friday and I have to get this off my chest. Pop quiz! Multiple choice: what will your beloved NPW be doing this weekend?

A. Finally unpacking all our crap, setting up our computer area, returning our couch for something undoubtedly uglier and less comfortable, and cleaning the place where we reside.
B. Drinking red wine and hot cocoa with peppermint schapps and eggnog with lighter fluid until we pass out on the living room floor with 80's Trivial Pursuit cards still in our hands.
C. Attending yet another wedding.

While I ardently wish that the answer was some combination of A and B, I sure hope you know me well enough by now to know that whatever the worst answer is, that's likely what I'll be doing on any given weekend. So if you guessed C, you're absolutely correct! Weddings = the bane of my existence. You'd think people would stop inviting me to them after all these years of bitter complaining, but no. I still get at least one frilly RSVP card every 6 months inviting me to once again dine on Chicken Divan or Chilean Sea Bass and watch as middle aged women drink 3 or 12 cocktails, gearing up to bust a move on the dance floor- probably to some major dance hit like "Baby Got Back". Alas, I'm too much of a schmuck to check that little "no" on the invite, so here I am. (Who gets married two weeks before Christmas anyway? It's like rolling everything up into one giant, tangled ball of misery and stress. Also, it seems a bit like they're trying to steal baby Jesus's thunder.) On the bright side, I was very close to being asked to be in the bridal party for this wedding so I successfully managed to dodge that bullet. Go, me.

Anyway, the weekend prognosis is not all bad. Tonight is C's work holiday party, which is being held here and will be open bar. Corporate America, you kill me. My work holiday party cost me $25 a person and I have to pay for my own drinks because our education system is too poor to buy construction paper and glue, let alone mojitos and crab-stuffed mushrooms. Anyway, tonight we'll be living large with a few rounds of pool, some bevvies, and an array of delicious hors d'oeuvres being sauntered around on trays, offered up by girls in fish nets. Yay!

Sunday, being God's day and all, will be reserved for some R & R time, buying a new mattress, and the possibility of dinner at my parents. I'm sure God would approve of my mother's chicken and rice.

And then one more week to go before WINTER VACATION! I'm very, very ready. I cannot wait to lie around in my pajamas for 72 hours straight. There's also the possibility of a road trip westward: Rochester, prepare thyself for festivities. It's going down.