Life of the Parties

The thing that unified the two party-type things I have been to in the past two days is a discussion of bodily functions, both while pregnant and while not pregnant. It wouldn't be so strange, really, except that the only two people overlapping the two parties were Jennifer and I, who did not start either of the conversations that involved stories of explosive diarrhea.

I guess it's in the air.

Monday night, Shelley hosted a shindig at my house, involving much food and laughter and wine and chocolate paté. It ended up being a small group, because of The Weather, but a lovely lively group, start to finish. I drank wine and ate a lot.

Last night Jennifer had a Christmas Prep party. The intent of it was to bring the stuff you were making for Christmas and work on it in the company of fun women. The crafting was sporadic; the conversation was not. I drank beer and ate a lot.

Tonight, I'm going to another party, but a more public one - Julian Garner, who did my squid and whale tattoo, is having an art show at Oz Kafé on Elgin. It should be good, judging from my ribs.

Today is not going to be a party at all. This afternoon is the culmination of the High Middle Secret Project. Though word is out and so I think it's maybe been demoted just to Middle Secret Project. Either way, it is likely to be stressful, and unlikely that I will drink anything or eat much.