New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Friday, December 12, 2003

Punk rock girl it makes no sense
Punk rock girl your dad is the Vice President
Rich as the Duke of Earl
Yeah you're for me punk rock girl

-The Dead Milkmen "Punk Rock Girl"

And the first song I heard in my head this morning. That part in particular.

So in this very same spot just yesterday I ranted about Holiday parties, not being able to drink, etc. etc. etc...well the big party last night made up for that (I've got a bottle of chocolate milk sitting right next to me to prove it)...first of all I CAN DRINK BEER! Yup I tried my one last option last night and it worked. Which is fortunate for me because beer tends to have very little or no residual effect on me the next morning. Maybe except cramping my style with Gill if you know what I mean, because I hate the smell of beer on someone and well I know I must smell like it after one let alone many.

Needless to say I am a good mood this morning. Good Good Good.

A few comments/observations...Outcast's "Hey Ya" is the next Monie Monie or something like it. Plus you get to dance like a Mod and Mod is easy for white boys who can't shake their hips! And since I tend to dance with a lot of white boys at these sort of things, well it works out for all of us. "Milk Shake" by Kelis is kind of like the "Wild Thing" for girls or "Push It." And as much as I hated the video when I first saw it it's a lot of fun to dance to. But mostly if you have chest to move 'cause then the song makes sense on another level if you know what I mean. A side bar being (and I think this is turning into a chest blog)...the other night I was brushing my teeth and Gilly started singing that I and was like, "You're so crazy!" but he explained that the tight t-shirt and well the lack of a bra brought that song to his mind...sigh...

People love retro hip hop. That's really something that bonds people of all races/ages. That and large quantities of free alcohol. And the most loved rock/heavy metal song by all races is, "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC and "I Love Rock and Roll" by Joan Jet (did she have the Black Hearts with her on that one?)...anyway lots of dancing but forget the masses let's talk about me.

I didn't dress up but I did wear a '80s sort of shirt with tight jeans. Grey and black stripes on a bias, long bell sleeves that covered most of my hand, with a boat neck, off the shoulder and matching bow on right shoulder (with lots of extra bow length hanging down to give it some swing)...fuchsia bra strap showing on the right and a big Betty Rubble black pearlish choker. My hair pulled back in a careless, "I am too cool to style" ponytail at the base of my neck. If one more man would have said to me, "Did your husband let you out of the house like that?" and I am not kidding about that at least three people said it to me and each time I said, "Let me out? He picked it out!" which wasn't all true he did help be choose between that and my retro 29 licks Tootsie Roll Pop ringer (Which he said was very risque due to the fact that the 29 licks was right across my chest in prime location. I can't confirm that because I couldn't see over my chest to see it). Anyway a good outfit always helps keep the evening in motion.

I couldn't help but notice that they screwed up the mezzanine back bar vibe on purpose this year. That room normally feels like the basement at a HS party i.e. lots of fumbling in the dark and pot...well this year they filled it with Gypsy palm/tea leaf reader types...

I was working the room with my friends. The very big venue room which meant going up and down in the mezzanine, across the dance floor etc...I spent much of my time with my two friends from online who have the same name as me. Since I don't reveal name and in the interest of '90's kitsch I'll say that would be Heather. We're three very short Heathers. So Heather P. and Heather R. and I were wandering around kissing and hugging all our friends in our paths. Heather R. kept getting sexually harassed by someone who used to sexually harass me until I told him off...she handles it very well! Somehow Heather P. would split from the group and appear back 20 minutes later (how she found us I'll never know). I want to go on the record as saying, if any of the photos that Heather P. took end up on popgurls.com I might have to kill her. First of all I have a pumpkin head it seems when photographed and secondly well there was lots of girl's chest bumping into each other. I found out that if you tap Heather P. on the chest she'll ram you. If you're a boy she might deck you. Mind you she's got DD and I've got D and we're both under 5 foot 3 so it's well it's got to be quite the sight. Plus she turns into a goth/retro go go girl at the drop of the hat which is really quite a lot of fun. We spent a good part of the evening dancing on a banquet in the middle of the floor surrounded by a bunch of our friends. My arches are killing me this morning.

I spent a lot of the evening trying not to make eye contact with strange men. There were so very many cute yet totally wasted men last night. I would casually giggle into my left hand if someone got to close thus exposing my wedding rings, but then again that's probably not much of a deterrent around here.

This particular company party is the most fun because I love each and everyone of the creative people I work with. They are all such great people. So very nice and so very very cute! Call me superficial but I like cute people.

When I left I made sure Heather P. was okay and threatened the man with her to make sure she got home. Our conversation went something like this, "Make sure she gets home okay." - ME
"Don't worry I'm not an asshole. Now dance with me baby!" - Him
"Um, no thanks I am going home. Plus I have a husband." - Me waving my rings...side bar not that me dancing has anything to do with Gil...
"Don't worry about it! I'm gay anyway!" - Him
"That doesn't matter I don't want to get pregnant via osmosis of the bumping hips."- Me
"Eek!" - Him

By the time I left (having found the cupcake table, etc...) we meaning Heather R. (who to go on the record was my partner and crime at the VMA's this year as well)...we jumped into cars and sped out of Gotham though I did get stuck in 40 minutes of traffic making the trip almost 2 hours long and the driver was grumbling all the way.

Oh I was so very tired!

Now I am going to get to work.

P.S. I have my red, "Leave the Biker" t-shirt on today. Heather P. kept saying last night, "Ooohhhh, you're going to see your boyfriend tomorrow...Ohhhhh..." I hope I get there on time AND I stay awake!




posted by JustKeepMum on 8:39 AM