There are two events in the year to which I look forward (and neither is my birthday - that is a CELEBRATION!). I annually anticipate the company Christmas party, and my Super Bowl party.
Since I'm now a freelance writer and substitute teacher, I don't have a Christmas party, but my husband does. It's a grand ole time, filled with good food, chit-chat, and hot tubs (they have it at the Great Wolf Lodge, and it includes water park passes!).
I missed the 2008 Christmas party. I was in Vegas, meeting my new nephew and hanging out with my sisters. I truly enjoyed my time in the desert, but I missed my party.
I also look forward to my Super Bowl party in Elk Rapids. I call it "mine" because my husband and I usually go our separate ways on that night. He has "his" party; I have "mine". I went five years ago with a friend and have been going back ever since. There's good food, good company, and a sweet trophy for the winner of the betting pool (I've contributed many dollars to this pool - I'm expecting it to pay out any year now). I really love my Super Bowl party. It's the only time of year that I see some of these people.
On Feb. 1st, 2009 I will be in Vegas, visiting my sisters.
I love my sisters. They're pretty interesting people...BUT THEY ARE MESSING UP MY SOCIAL LIFE!
Seriously - two nights, that's all I have to look forward to! And now I have to wait until December to experience either thrill again!
Sigh.
I'm sure I'll get over it. I got over the Christmas party thingy. I can get over this. I guess. Maybe.
(DISCLAIMER: There are other days of the years that I look forward to. I am purposefully being dramatic and over-the-top for the humorous effect. If you are unable to digest my sense of humor, I don't want to upset you - please stop reading).
;)
1 comment:
Ah, the lot in life of a middle sibling. Have you not yet figured out the two sisters have it "in for you" with their plans?? :p
(This bit of enlightenment, of course, is coming from the eldest of a family!)
And hey... December isn't THAT far away. At least, that is what I keep telling Matthew when he asks how long until his next birthday and Christmas.
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